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Canteen, can of beans, no compass Add another bug to the goggles Vigilante city watch, dipping through the gigawatts Known for shaking sticks and playing chicken with the will of God It's not a drill, it's a village aping a grid beyond the silicon Same religion as Ram, Flynn, or Tron Electric bomber jacket, jockey for the hottest lap I fight a different system every time my throttle brap In yonder shadows, every corner is a hostile act Solid black helmet, track a bullet down the trolly tracks When every tree up in your Eden reek of dog piss You don't need a reason to Knievel any drawbridge All in all, I'm all things lawless Call the po', midnight marauder, no off switch Only ever slow his roll to free a dove Or autograph his own wanted poster, peace and love I ain't think to leave a letter Please don't cling to the vector I don't blink first ever I don't blink first ever In sync with the specter It's really not a thing you can measure I don't blink first ever I don't blink first ever Dawn treader, green fog, Lincoln Log wrecker Gloves all King Kong leather Underdogs on machines blinking error I seen hell and back, still pink in the center Plinko off a punk and jump a cycle out the ecosphere He don't wear a cape, but if he did, no one would think it's weird Pinky swear that should I go exploding into springs and gears You loot the rings and gear and ghost the scene without a single tear I could hold a wheelie for a decade Circle any borough like a bird around a headache Mercury in retrograde Mercenary working through the Jenga-scape Body and the spirit going separate ways Send a message back from the other side of the end of days All it say is, "Catch me if you can, P.S., the weather's great" What the fuck is resting on the seventh day? I'm seven days of levee-breaking rain, stay the hell away I ain't think to leave a letter Please don't cling to the vector I don't blink first ever I don't blink first ever In sync with the specter It's really not a thing you can measure I don't blink first ever I don't blink first ever I don't turn down, scurry, or burn out I burn at both, learn 'em how a burnout burn out The smell of burnt rubber turn a herb to a church mouse With no words, only wracked nerves and a furrowed brow His engine purring early, I'm a one-man world power Whirlwind, exterminating one world per hour Conspiracy of ravens under my authority In chorus with regards from the king of the fucking Corvidae, ayy Clear and present, paranormal weapon I'm a land speed record every second, check the method Check the sled as an extension of the senses Intercepting information while it S around the Lemons In a letter sent from Mr. "I will not be home for dinner" It was written, "I will not be home for winter" A second letter showed up, let's imagine we could open it together "I will not be home forever, this is NYC untethered," yeah