What do you see?
What do you see in the streets of the city?
I see the citygod

Here in the zone of depletion, city streets
see the tire screech
Leaving streaks on the concrete skin of the citygod
Innionoa
See the name in the neon and the spray can tags
of the G’s and B’s
Trees stand in a row,
measured and even
Pigeons and birds in ‘em
word, bigger than life given to feed the beast
Cut my skin and I bleed
Here come the police, freeze
but the citygod teach how to be
invisible to bad guys
and the eyes in the sky, word
The earth is my church,
come and take a little ride where the powerlines
turn sky into grid
Gates, stray felines and videomind kids
barb wire
Fire get big when they riot
but the drum of justice stay quiet

(hook)

What do you see in the heiroglyph written on the wall
can ya holla at the dude in the low-down cap?
Ya’ll listen,
a free-mind kid kick a rap
Pele play, giving it back, attack buddha hand clap
Pap, pap, pappity, pap
Go the shots for the wrong one on the wrong block
high-sock predators
Red in the life bled
as saints and images of gods look on:
Naruto, and Virgin de Guadalupe,
honda civic, scooby doo, clear channel,
zeus and jesus
Celebrity photoshop block chopped to pieces
by laws and policies
Just the giggle of the citygod kids,
listen what it’s like:
An alien psychic virus
spread by intelligent minds,
They wanna jet into space and colonize
Mickey D’s arch satellite in the night sky

(hook)

Shiver shiver in the membrane,
feel it in the hair on ya skin,
When I speak,
the gods listening
Who they be? The crowd,
acolytes and disciples of this music,
cloud-dwellers and muses,
day-dreaming women and dudes,
I don’t see a lot of men
The Babylon evil seem to murder them all
turn ‘em into bullies
and broad-hollerin monster patriarchal
Beast
Get thee behind me,
I’m given power over demons
I speak and they wanna brawl
The false idols of the city desire to feed upon blood
they wanna see us depleted
Plugged in the machine dream
but us and the citygod got a mystical bond
We give it songs
it give us the power to go beyond borders
Another city, different name, same basic brain
same communication:
the glyph, the dance, the hit-drum,
and the visions induced by the mystical spit
Five-elementalist
mental science of rhyme lines, spiral it up
(W)rapped and delivered and lived
on the streets of the city