Climb Everything

[Intro] Swear to God this is better than anything on television Why can't we go to a movie? A movie?! That's not real. It's the same as television. Trust me. This is real. This is my neighborhood [Verse One] Inside my head I'm a heady hotshot who's got pretension potshots Hitting below the belt like crotch shots I walk a lot and if I got a pack pipe I stop a lot Under bridges I discharge empty lighters and fidget with books of matches In back alleyways I'll sit on soiled mattress I ain't one of those that has to roll with a gaggle Or a grip to trip over train tracks I swear I seen Fraggles and Doosers in my travels through the odd scrabble areas Where police cruisers induce the boosers to walk straight lines As they roll by slowly And nod in my direction like they know me So I spy a pile of lumber Plundering, I pillage a stick and think about a white man's privilege Sick to my stomach I become the batter, rocks become balls and a window gets shattered Shards fall and scatter but so do I And now I'm sprinting at full tilt it feels like flying [Interlude] God I love this street. Ha ha The only little white man telling me where to cross streets is me Whistling off key and off beat Often it gives these six fools with their feet frozen to the curb The urge to [?] the lights before they turn By which time I'm on my way deturbed and disturbed At the mass mentality like herd But I won't be domesticated and in turn defeated So when I'm on city cameras I pick my nose and eat it It's how I greet those who watch [?] stories of others Slacks have them so heated That they needed to turn the AC up to ten Drop to my feet to tie my laces when it's condensation Drip onto my forehead then beat it with my sweat I feel cheated by the city It's cars choke me and it's building spit on me So I get on it Instead of letting it get on me And it's like He think he can do it, but where's the proof? You'll never know unless you actually climb that roof They might think you're a punk or a goof With one hoof on the dumpster, pulling yourself up like "oof" Don't sweat the scratch that you put in that car Who'da thunk you could throw that rock that far? But fuck it if anyone asks if you know who did this Just grimace and reply "Ehh, no english." And when you're at those malls check those unmarked doors You might find a place you never ever been before Like the day they almost caught Mr. Pink Inch in a store room At the Forks, scoring supplies for his kitchen I know it's mad cheesy and it might sound cornball But there's a whole city out there to explore y'all And it's yours and it's mine and they'll call it a crime If you're behind somebody else's property line And the next thing you know they have designer landmines Designed to blow off these two hands of mine But until then I'ma climb this lamp post Clowning my friends from up high as I ham and post [Hook] It's like climb everything, the city could be ours Climb everything, start by flipping over cars Climb everything it might be just what you need And the next thing we'll work on is tearing up their deeds Climb everything just to see what's up there One time, me and Yy, found ourselves a lawn chair He tossed it down from the roof and I hauled it home You gotta climb everything cause you never ever know [Scratching] "Out on the town"