Short little city ryme shkeme I take cat naps while skydiving over Boston I make maps out of piles of discarded mercantiles and sell Chinese fashion at the fraction of what you can buy at auction just to gain some traction The details of my whereabouts are under lock and key for the masses I passes gasses like a ninja just before I exit the train I like to stock up on the tiny bags peanuts as I leave the plane I like to low crawl when Im traversing through any new terrain