Metropolis - SMP

Metropolis, that’s where I’m from

It’s a little Halo-city with a dose of Gotham

Ain’t no Superman here just clan warfare

Watch your back when you slang your warez

In Metropolis, that’s where I’m from

It’s like the nexus or Mega City One

Ain’t no justice here just corrupted tiers

Watch your back when you run your gear

Cyber-punk city, errored and gritty

Junkies on the creep for their heroin kitty

I’m in stereo fitting for the fixer to fix me

Human-player on the Behringer mixer to mix me

And my deck is like flick me flip on and get busy

Cortex is like trip me I slip in the entry

Crawling through the grid just like a spider

Checking all my webs for the data inside

I’m on the grind, macros running, avatar stunning

New jacks hunting and gunning

They want a chance to take me off the market

I draw the cannon and spark it so abandon this target

Back down or prepare to die

Survival of the fittest ain’t scared to ride

No pity for the dead, broke codes all they left

Just a token of remembrance to the fools that slept in the

Kind of like the Wild West but rife with vileness

Ain’t no physics to stress I’m blessed with guileness

Crime’s a tough racket but those who can hack it

Run the Sea-town shores down to Manhattan

Firewalls melt up against my torch

Nobody move, nobody get scorched

So when you’re stepping son strap a weapon on

Do your best to look threatening

Cuz sharks be circulating either feeding or they’re hating

Contemplating calculating, the next meal to sate 'em

Technomancer eat through code like cancer

With the grace of a dancer couldn’t see us on a pattern enhancer

Code blue, the sector’s locked, I draw down to check these cops

I started haul-assin' my Adidas came unfastened

You know the rest, decked

Drenched in cold sweat as I dwell in a cell

In this here capsule hotel on the edge of district 4

Three zettaflops of wetware packed, feels like my dome is cracked

Leaking to the cerebellum

This metropolis, it wheezes and creaks

As I come down from «the patch», my veins burn and breach

Like Nixon the «Tax Collector»

My sleeping menace is a corporate-conglomerate, sanctioned

I’m running blue 9, getting chased by the Reavers, on a FireFly receiver

I’m trolling like a praying mantis

The course of empire takes its way

This urban sprawl and decay

I don’t know if I can take it