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chee malabar - later by the bar lyrics

larger than life though he started out in strife/knives in his parka, markin’ marks for his stripes/swigs lager by the pints, bar fights with pipes/markets vice, sharp, gets twice the market price/could’ve bartered white for cars, large shards ice/instead took his cash, ran it to a crooked narc’s ride/parked beside, this dive bar, where his father died/rather slayed, so he paid to avoid that darker plight/these narcs are like marksmen, sharper than a barbers blade/hands on that hammers gauge, they ain’t no carbonate/straight shots, no pop, forty cop cavalcades/when slugs travel straight out of barrels you can’t battle fate/he knows this, since his own gun jammed like marmalade/and that’s when the tarp is laid, that’s when the harp is played/ it’s a dark game and the cops is light as day/ and the sarge cites christ and a bob barker phrase/”if the price is right you can get got,” your heart’s appraised/child of a lesser god, grabbed his spark and says/ “death to you all, tryna rob my father’s grave”/”rather brave ain’t cha?” the narc carved his face/carved a crescent in his cheeks, but our boy’s hard to phase/scarred and dazed, crazed with that goldschlager in his veins/aimed his flame saying, “man, this is how you garner praise”/the narcs face shrunk, he shot back a martyred gaze

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