this whole fucking city is crazy today. who gave bari-bari to new york's mother brain? guy gets hit by subway, i'm delayed, subway breaks down, i'm delayed- i'm all over this fucking joint's synaptic gaps. neurotransmitter m travels in spinal fluid style. lets see your pearl handled revolvers, oh my enemies. i'll flake you like an obsidian blade, i'll chip your resolve away till you are hard, dark things that shine like beetles.