Aesop Rock - All City Nerve Map lyrics

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