All City Nerve Map - Aesop Rock.mp3

[00:18.522]First uninvited tech I hear pingin'
[00:20.529]Ring in a cameo from the hammerstone
[00:22.827]Bam, the fantasy brandishing a banana phone
[00:25.531]Cramp into the glamper van, vanish off the candid cam
[00:28.409]Frying pan to fire like a vandal hand to Montana Gold
[00:31.100]Fan the flame of animals with access to the roof like Michelangelo
[00:34.302]About to free a statue from a cube
[00:36.410]Hold a can of ruby like a spam musubi
[00:39.196]In a blink I turn a block or two to pomegranate smoothie
[00:42.087]All-state ball of fleas, walk in front a greyhound
[00:44.999]In J's so clean, even Paul of Thebes came out
[00:47.560]Office in the hall of meat, I can't even check the mail
[00:50.664]Without a trail of handlers waving around dog treats
[00:53.321]Here boy! Aes from before the first star wars
[00:56.107]I survived action park, I survived lawn darts
[00:58.887]Salsa bar all stars, buzzin' and b***hin'
[01:01.416]I got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup
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[01:05.101]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[01:07.098]Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
[01:10.084]I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate
[01:16.226]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[01:18.380]Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
[01:21.290]I been doing laps of the lost world
[01:24.387]I could draw a map to the raw nerve
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[01:27.399]By the bridge the air has a edge to it
[01:29.461]It smell like a burning Sentra, it taste like a tens unit
[01:32.156]The tension is extra extra, the meth'll induce a hubris
[01:35.112]The hubris produce a weapon for any potential Judas
[01:37.786]A newbie could be confused with
[01:39.336]It ain't the hood to play who's who in
[01:41.366]I mean you ain't even you in it to who is
[01:43.381]I cook in the every nook, I'm a snap of the sewer cap
[01:45.834]It's a mile of uneven cobble, a map of the booby traps
[01:48.673]I been active around the alleys, beyond where the taxi taxi
[01:51.822]Beyond where the bus'll bus ya, with blood on the classic khakis
[01:54.570]A cannonball into traffic, a fire escape his trapeze
[01:57.057]A lapse in the record when he circled back to tag the Applebees
[02:00.741]And procure the appetizer breadsticks
[02:02.791]They kill us in the long run but unite us in the present
[02:05.545]A sign of life in the dead ends, even if it's mostly mildew
[02:08.436]You ain't get it if you still on that "What are you getting into?"
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[02:12.119]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[02:14.085]Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
[02:17.909]I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate
[02:23.199]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[02:25.269]Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
[02:28.595]I been doing laps of the lost world
[02:31.392]I could draw a map to the raw nerve
[02:45.893]I'm part of what the dour climate begets
[02:47.773]A people that don't jump at the power that be's behest
[02:50.112]Come bounce around the house of flying rejects
[02:53.160]We been eating where upheaval is a feature not a defect
[02:56.176]Tortellini MREs and zero dirty dishes
[02:58.560]Only dirty minions yelling over yellow journalism
[03:01.384]I got witches and wizards who opt to summer under bridges
[03:04.218]Over sun-kissed in the tropics, maybe something's in the liquid
[03:07.188]I'm foreign to the comfort of performance for the glory
[03:09.813]Every yard is part of out-running an origin story
[03:12.338]That get him pressed into the corners
[03:13.921]And connecting the dots in no order
[03:16.085]Learned to render any exit I want
[03:17.821]It's a hole in the floor, it's a door on the bricks
[03:20.830]It's a bike in the alley when you can't warp to the ship
[03:23.517]I stuck a fork in myself before you were spores in a dish
[03:26.192]The mission only as important as that lure in your lip
[03:29.138]Sure as s**t
[03:30.040]
[03:30.256]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[03:32.180]Dashing through the atlas throwing magic at the sciences
[03:35.491]I be in the crows nest most days I know how the whole mess rotate
[03:41.309]All type a s**t, all, all type a s**t
[03:43.376]Mashing thru the mire, the master of my environment
[03:47.001]I been doing laps of the lost world
[03:49.895]I could draw a map to the raw nerve