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letra de all city nerve map - aesop rock

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 b-tchin’
i got a seat at the summit for any son of perdition, wasup

all type a sh-t, all, all type a sh-t
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 sh-t, all, all type a sh-t
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 b00by 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 k!ll 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 sh-t, all, all type a sh-t
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 sh-t, all, all type a sh-t
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 sh-t

- aesop rock

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