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alex parker - 26 tin men lyrics

[hook: alex parker (ginbu)]
26 tin men
(all in attendance for the thunderstorm)
in other words, rust is a must
but, so flows the rain
(so claps thunder)
so strikes the lightning
(and by relative physics)
comes the current
weed, burn it
(goddammit!)
my flow is school lunch
(ham sandwich)
your flow is like a bratty b-tch
(can’t stand it)
can’t tolerate it
(won’t try it)
have no patience
my only concern is proper verb placement
run it

[verse 1: alex parker (ginbu)]
a penny for my thoughts will not cover your admission
you’ll need a cameraman just to capture my ascension
you’ll need a typographer to record all my emissions
and a swisher full of that skunk just so you’ll fit into my dimensions
i am much better than mentioned
talk about me, bet i’ll better it
my sk!lls never confederate:
flow’ll never surrender
this my game, but i’m no ender
a.p.e.: emcee finisher
not evil, i’m just sinister
rape beats like b-tches, i’m mister
ugly as celie, with purple weed leaves
why it seem like all rappers all rap about the same thing?
about how all rappers all rap about the same thing
it’s a never-ending circle, but i’m square as can be
but more complex, so i guess i’m just as octagon as can be
or as decagon as can be
i’m a poly-polygon
look at my eyes, the white is gone
red is in
medicine
mary jane
handle this
cannabis
ales is…
(just a human on his first tour)
birthed into existence, led through his life’s door
and it’s bright as sh-t
excuse me if my eyes are still adjusting, b-tch
my eyes itch, i’m taking it in
don’t worry ’bout what i’m doing here
b-tch you ain’t ready for my view to clear
with me and my…

[hook]

[verse 2: ginbu]
oh sh-t, godd-mn, man, you lost me
my name ain’t christ, so don’t you dare cross me
gin-bee buzzin’ like a beehive
flow straight r-t-rded, n-gga
you could call me eli
see why i’m narsty
prolly cause my flow is sick
make you vomit
atomic gamma rays, watch me drop hulk sh-t
2.9? man, y’all n-ggas hopeless
and real sh-t university’s where i graduated
most hated, these n-ggas can’t fade us
but i’m just talking sh-t, my mouth’s constipated
i ill-strated the picture you n-ggas don’t get
and wrote ‘f-ck you’ as the caption
it’s the terrorist, can you go and please
take these wack n-ggas and make them all leave?
hijack the plane and drive it through they craniums
and k!ll that wack sh-t before these n-ggas start to say it

[hook]

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