Pizza Alley-Aesop Rock

[00:10.54]Keep it classy [00:12.53]Key to Pizza Alley [00:14.01]Weaving traffic in a overheating taxi [00:15.93]In Lima [00:17.09]Tickets to liberate the center, pitch surrender [00:19.82]To a witch doctor pouring amphibians out the blender [00:21.87]Underneath a glowing purple Christ [00:24.02]Perfect surf, curl up and die [00:25.54]Cobblestone alone a masterclass in open world design [00:28.34]I came from the wasteland in featherlight trail pants [00:31.20]Fugee off the ant trail [00:32.70]Inca trail mailman [00:34.05]Fail in every hemisphere [00:35.47]Show me the ambrosia [00:36.79]Maybe ghost into the coca leaf and holy heliconia [00:39.30]Where shaman opt to zombify undocumented expats [00:42.35]High and writing Ayahuasca letters back to Melmac [00:45.53]Dear friends [00:46.88]Send help yesterday [00:48.48]Yours true, condor, puma, serpiente [00:50.94]Talk rap albums over alpaca medallions [00:53.43]With metalheads who traffic magic flowers from the mountains [00:56.88]To the houses of the holy [00:57.98]A token of that sacred valley balance [01:00.39]So you don't expel omega fatty acids [01:02.50]The strays in the plaza look happier than my neighbors [01:05.34]They answer to Paddington Bear in waders [01:07.72]It's amazers [01:08.98]What ship, what shore? [01:11.01]I grew up writing riddles under bridges in New York [01:13.87]Now I travel like a highwayman who whispers to his horse [01:16.68]Sharing stories out of winter, trying to trigger something pure [01:19.46]From "Dying on the vine," to, "It's alive and indivisible" [01:22.41]To, "How'd I get this far without a bindle full of crystal skulls?" [01:25.51]Cozy local woven goods [01:27.06]Beaded shit for people you have never met or spoken to [01:29.64]But know they'll need to hold Peru [01:31.26]Throw a couple logs on the fire [01:33.78]There's a chimney in San Blas where you can hear Baby Dayliner [01:36.70]Bouncing softly off the navy blue [01:38.24]April showers, paper moon [01:39.77]Run the light and beat the drum [01:41.29]And smoke the dope and raid the tomb [01:43.45]Pay no mind to the bygones [01:45.74]Find him a strange hill to die on [01:48.67]Never let me die on a regular hill [01:51.26]Never let me die on a regular hill [01:54.26]Pay no mind to the bygones [01:57.35]Find him a strange hill to die on [02:00.16]Never let me die on a regular hill [02:02.89]Never let me die on a regular hill [02:05.61]Never let me die on a regular hill [02:12.05]Never let me die on a regular hill [02:16.62]The local homie blow smoke on his wounds [02:19.21]And talk about the jungle like it's always in the room [02:21.98]New and shooting lumens out of a canoe into the ruins [02:24.78]Silly putty for some otherworldly woo-woo to influence [02:27.68]Ooh, it's a strange bouquet [02:29.19]Not today, Supay [02:30.52]Rubber boots and tumbo juice and tarantula toupee [02:32.85]Canopy going H.A.M. over camp in a feuding biome [02:35.92]Os Mutantes row-row-rowing the wrong way into the diode [02:39.01]Fry the banana, heart of palm ribbons [02:41.82]Fish from the river, sauces made of citrus [02:44.37]On a screen porch pimpled after dark with frogs and lizards [02:47.33]When high as hell, they might as well be Mothras and Godzillas [02:50.17]It's awesome [02:51.13]Peer into the spirit quest, spellbound [02:53.48]Three to one machete, yelling back into the hellmouth [02:55.68]You hit the labyrinth an ambassador of peace and love [02:58.55]You might return with the root of your superego plunged [03:02.08]The river boils when it sees me [03:04.85]The river boils when it sees me [03:07.72]The river boils when it sees me [03:10.27]The river boils when it sees me [03:12.91]"Electric eels killed two of my best friends" [03:15.14]Said the local to the gringo [03:16.50]Then dove in off the pirogue [03:17.97]In a cloud of smoky mopacho [03:19.28]They boat in from Iquitos [03:20.75]Mosquitos on the wall of the Amazonian ethos [03:23.45]Off to bounce a light off any hairy eyeball in the basin [03:26.25]Wild pig, owl, baby caiman [03:28.57]Coral snakes that drape down from the timbers [03:31.07]Like the six fingers of Satan [03:32.17]They only speak in S's, you cannot get an amen [03:34.70]I told my darkest secrets to a pair of fuchsia dolphins [03:37.54]The doozy out in Paris, the futures I had squandered [03:40.34]They whispered something to me I will bear unto my coffin [03:43.07]What's apparent via Occam is despondency as common [03:45.90]We traded numbers and made off into the pond scum [03:48.89]Humming Muddy Waters [03:50.17]Mother****er, I am on one [03:52.36]Earth, wind, fire, and papaya [03:54.37]We fly with the poison arrow [03:55.56]We dive with the arapaima [03:56.99]Look [03:58.23]The river boils when it sees me [04:00.77]The river boils when it sees me [04:03.48]The river boils when it sees me [04:06.04]The river boils when it sees me [04:19.44]When the low heavy sky weighs like a lid on the spirit, aching for the light [04:26.32]And when embracing the horizon, [04:30.52]It pours on us a black day which is sadder than any night