The city is on acid The city is on fire, The city is on acid, fire. Joelistics verse l Paint a picture with language and memory beaten in to shape with the rhythm and melody my performance more like therapy translate poetry to punishable herasy So you know it clichés the enemy Freestyles sk** level more like telepathy Word play grey matter designed for damaging down for the chaos, gettin up anarchy And I'm managing heart beat galloping and I'm actually gravity's mannequin and I'm back again there in the front tryna make sense but the sense don't come It don't matter tonight I'm brave my behavior strange and deprave I stay awake for days on end with an Mpc and a mic and a pen I gotta problem with space. There' lots of it but in the city you can't get enough of it I like the touch of it, infinite, rush from it. in life we stand on the cusp of it. in d**h we dress in the best of it that's the promise that we keep when we borrow from it. it takes a body and a heart to stay solid You gotta heart tell me what you get from it. The city is on acid The city is on fire, The city is on acid, fire. Count Bounce verse 2 the city got reception, cross interference speed through tunnels rap feel got the clearance slack on the beat like smack on the dealers watch the beat drop street got heat not one of them on me fear not I'm fearless you can fake the fantasy but cant fake the realness cause the dumps just got the land fill in it and the waste of the city some stealing it and these words are a back alley deal and it ain't that hard for you to tell who's feeling it cause mamma got a gun and she's holding it hip hop interrogator sill not solving it drop out demonstrator finger on the pulse cant ever take the heart or the soul from it drunk / sober the night ticks over as the rays of the sun draw closer shed light on the ugliness running this in a cypher outside the pub and sh** magic ignite like match stick still pumpin out smoke with the factories plug into the feed now fantasy no game now to play all reality no switch for you to go and rerecord It move foreword the future calls it and all 4 walls are like mediatronic snow crash the brain no trees for the forest with the streets in chaos are the demons upon us or we the beings who be bringer on the ruckus? Joelistics verse 3 Language is a virus that breeds in the silence feeds on the minds of people who devised it The books and the poems and the slang that designed it reality defined by the words we a**ign it, We gave a name to the apple and the diamond dive in the depth in the realm of Poseidon speak with a breath that ring like the horizon meaning has a melody that rings like a siren sings like a siren spins like a DJ playin for the players in the arkum asylum Now hit the replay and an*lyse timing And look what I made harnessing lightning To battle the right wing and travel the day see what the night bring get out of the way..