Indifferent belligerent Indignant as ignorance I use big words for people of small intelligence And elevate my patts Like the price of gas Twice as fast As a slinger's pipe'll blast Slice your ice in half Your writes is past life Half-life crash like Skateboarders in half-pipes I'm past nice Nicer than reporters at press conferences On December 25th stressing sponsors with Verbal hits like herbal spliffs The nuances I'm bombing 'em with They feeling the lifts of continental drifts While corresponding with My despondent mind state Crime rate, mixed Intertwined like time and fate Pondering shit Like how you rhyme like a common bitch Run of the mill, for fun of the kill This Ojibway will power his power-drill The gun spill will flour powder your sour grill And eat you like a clam chowder meal How that feel? When my internal patts Infernal, will burn your back Like eternal infernos are stacked Denser than the sperm goes, trapped 'Til the female ovum attracts 'Til the worms'll crack the egg The rest are turning back Dying in black I'm lying in the sack Waiting to get on the track That's imagery in rap Matched by symmetry in patts To the telemetry, elementary Facsimile of fact When the Polar Bear attacks Men in black stand back Synapses collapses their thoraxes on their axis Patts are sedentary as a dentistry plaque As sentry gentry blast you cats off the map Into the next century Straight off the bat I'm off the track Off the rails Wet you like rain, snow, and hail The painful blows entail You aim low then sail (sale) I train bows, then nail In plain clothes, flame-throw Your lame flows Rainbow your entrails Prevail like winds from the Northeast A true northern beast The introvert, abstract Switchback, like an NBA putback Fades to black And want the pitch black While they pupils dilate back From gamma rays, ultraviolet Penning writes is bending light Killing men in tights And feed 'em iodine in fistfights Ice 'em with isotopes Isopropanol they slit throats Tim the esoteric flipped Like double standards in metric Skeptics got a hectic death wish We wear oven mitts when penning scripts We bending chicks sending kicks To the game like we mending they bitches' slits I'd rather swank you fans on the block And turn tricks You turned bitch You year-and-a-day G's Turned on the block: SNITCH The burn itch like eczema On top of a jock itch Agent provocateurs Caged like El Salvador Cold as Labrador A matador; I'll saboteur Man of war You man whores who plan wars I jam scores onto the scoreboards And cram fans under the floorboards Patterns like the rings of Saturn Crop circles, Mars sydona Spring the dragon Scattered in our star's corona Patterns like Linoleum choral floral on coral reefs Release the Kraken (crack and) Horrible patterns or I'm cracking teeth I Thai Chi Ali G Drinking ice tea in a nice B If your ice be laid out It's the price or your life be Forfeit to the Dark Sith Preaching from the Lord's pulpit Imagine Jedis joined the Empire Now we got more ships I got more lift, lift more shots I got a thirty-ought-six To take pot-shots at cops Got haters like skateboards got skaters Times rollerbladers And skyscrapers got elevators You got no chance Like white people got no dance Unless they dance slow In a row, like teen pants Lower than bungalows go Biting the gigolo clothes Against the rigamarole Bam Bam Bigelow flow Rants no? I'll avalanche you in the ambulance And pay your medical bills in advance Got a pump that double pumps Like Tim Duncan in high heels Trunks thumping and tires peel You wearing a wire feel The fire for conspiring Against these ex-crooks for hire A frier that fires tiring rods At firing squads for trying the odds Dis dudes, you fish food! I won't miss you on any level Forget about rapping kids Make heavy metal Disrespectful? Bitch get on the level You switch from pop to underground expecting fans to respect yo! I don't expect you to get it It's deader than mixtapes Amateur managers hamper the game with they fixed rates What the fuck they saying? I dunno they don't speak straight I never fuck with fake cats Or people with Harvey Dent's face
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