[Verse 1]
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I cut the ropes, breathe fresh puddles of pigeon blood and smoke
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Load bazooka, scope the culprit hulks over a broken hookah
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Got rebel camps with siphons amped to cookie cut the wattage
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Electric ilk NY raised on b-movie sluts and gossip
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Condition the bodega rodent moment composure
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To echo numb and uncommon, dumb monkey pollen
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My 23's lean over a cobra motor milligram bender
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Novelty, I tip lids prior to clipping the comradery
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Check the muck out, When metal maggots burrow in Promised Land vein division
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I tug my brim down over my stigmatism
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Lo-pro, Paxil Rose, axel broke and butchered
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Last catapult standing in a land of coke and hookers
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It's King Kong potluck, no parking for rickshaw loads of sock puppets and sitcoms
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Just Krylon pigs bred in a hot boxed wigwam
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Serotonin deficient teens demonstrate ease in the modern day uzi purchase
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The foundation of their alacrity makes the umis nervous
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Me? Oh I check the newest murals to see whose still bombing this fucker
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And um....respect, find out what it means to me
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New York, walk blocks with electric ninjas who bark bounce for trunked out whips
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Like my company Delorian's the shit
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Skipper's out of happy pills again, he's in the neighbors garbage
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He's making paper dolls decorated with targets
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He's labeling the dolls with the names of shitty rap artists
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Then tearing out the still beating heart from from the loose-leaf carcass
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I ordered a hovercraft off the back page of an Archie comic
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Built it in three days to float above snarky comments
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My gills call the East River rock bottom home with three-eyed guppies and seahorse mutations
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See New York is ancient Rome basic, basically stone faces
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My friend jumped off the Empire State Building while I hung with 10th grade head cases
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Some of them will blossom famous, some of them will blossom base heads
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But they all rep rivets in the die-cast metal Voltron cadence, what!?
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[Chorus]
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N.Y. Electric, catalog, burners, pigs, magnums, crack, bag lady, roach bit, pristine kicks
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Threading the iris of the needle. just for my people
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Im'a thread the needlem just for my people
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Breaker 1-9, 9-11-01 witness, maybe you don't get this
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[Verse 2]
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Kill 'em all slow, I was on a serious tree bender with my hands up at a C-Rayz-Walz show
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Nether-citcuit bacon don't police me anymore, your trained professionals demonstrate
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41 shots over par
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Least common denominator raise truth like Charlie, Willy, and Gramps
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Raise roofs in a glass
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Wonkavator, monster maker
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Operate wild by the company of unturned stones and litter
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Talk his way out of a sunburn and be home in time for dinner
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Paid dues since before the days of bad acid and Quaaludes
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While the boombox talks trash to the richter
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Stalking awkward with a zip lock on the pill hole
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Bitter fucker, nothing is free, I'll spend my last dollar on me
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Put one up for my family, should've made time to thank 'em
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Put one up for my crew, for recognizing the sanctum
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Put one up for the socially broke, choked and smokey
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New York piss hiss bleed dolby, homey
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[Chorus]
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N.Y. Electric
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| Aesop Rock |
