All City Nerve Map

First uninvited tech I hear pingin' Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo About to free a statue from a cube Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound In J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats Here boy! Aes from before the first star wars I survived action park, I survived lawn darts Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and bitchin' I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve By the bridge the air has a edge to it It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a tens unit The tension is extra extra, the meth'll induce a hubris The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas A newbie could be confused with It ain't the hood to play who's who in I mean you ain't even you in it to who is I cook in the every nook, I'm a snap of the sewer cap It's a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps I been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi Beyond where the bus'll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees And procure the appetizer breadsticks They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it's mostly mildew You ain't get it if you still on that "What are you getting into?" All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve I'm part of what the dour climate begets A people that don't jump at the power that be's behest Come bounce around the house of flying rejects We been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something's in the liquid I'm foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory Every yard is part of out-running an origin story That get him pressed into the corners And connecting the dots in no order Learned to render any exit I want It's a hole in the floor, it's a door on the bricks It's a bike in the alley when you can't warp to the ship I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish The mission only as important as that lure in your lip Sure as shit All type a shit, all, all type a shit Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate All type a shit, all, all type a shit Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment I been doing laps of the lost world I could draw a map to the raw nerve