All my rap, if briefly, about the fact that
Already that year in that city under the sole
In the mountain when rushing. Then downhill when sick
I'm not that Gulliver, but still a city under the sole
City under the sole, the city under the sole
Traffic lights, state fees, taxes and customs
I do not know, or wade in the bottom of this track
You live under the heel, I - a city under the sole