Metropolis (Diskonnekted Remix)

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