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Aiyo – in Jet City, it's a whole lot happenin'
 River City it's a whole lot happenin'
 Tampa Bay, it's a whole lot happenin'
 Up in Atlanta it's a whole lot happenin'
 In Cincinnati it's a whole lot happenin'
 In Portland it's a whole lot happenin'
 In every spot I've ever been I find
 Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time...
 Consumed by the flow of the flume, I ride rapids
 Marooned, the map's written in Rune – decipher this, kid
 Impugned by the spirits entombed; the didactic of doom
 If not for the black balloon I would've missed it
 Interposed by secular droves demanding answers
 Who chose the standards of rogues over the mystics?
 Deposed – over the summit rose the grand banner of those
 Who battled fate to escape the throes of physics
 Amused by the glow of the fuse, the wick sparks
 We choose to call conditions "improved" with no logistics
 Unmoved by the chorus of "oohs" or the barks of the prudes
 I follow the marks of Sioux's tribal blitzes
 Forewarned by the bugler's horn – the cock crows
 And swarms of fowl flock to the warmth of outer limits
 Adorned with a diadem of thorns, now the clock's got horns
 Every last lock shorn – it's too explicit, but yo
 Up in Athena it's a whole lot happenin'
 Iraklio it's a whole lot happenin'
 Even Prassas got a whole lot happenin'
 In Abdu it's a whole lot happenin'
 At Capsis it's a whole lot happenin'
 Knossos knows a whole lot's happenin'
 In every spot I've ever been I find
 Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time...
 Allayed by the shadow of shade – light's oppressive
 Afraid the test is only a grade – the sum of digits
 Betrayed by the master of slaves; the antiseptic on blades
 Teach 'em a lesson; the maze – come and get it
 Pronounced by the Duke and the Count to be the promise
 Announced – I'm assigned to the house – repute's illest
 Surmount the opposition and bounce – a man of modest accounts
 Hierarchy trounced when I shoot to kill it
 Bereaved by the acts of thieves – my term's served
 Believe not words – those who grieve will be uplifted
 Decreed in the books of the freed – you'd be unnerved to read
 When the lines are blurred, your speed is shifted
 Crossed by the albatross, I see the signs
 The frost is climbin' over the moss, I feel timid
 I pause to collect my thoughts – how was this time lost?
 Pray that I find the source of the remedy, yo
 Up in Lusaka it's a whole lot happenin'
 Luanshya it's a whole lot happenin'
 In Kitwe it's a whole lot happenin'
 Mpongwe it's a whole lot happenin'
 Kulundu, it's a whole lot happenin'
 Lilanda it's a whole lot happenin'
 In every spot I've ever been I find
 Men and women resigned to try and keep track of time...