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pat battle - un momento (a minute man tale) lyrics

he’s gifted, admitted into a limited curriculum
for homicidal trips into the sp-ce time continuum
trigger the little pendulum, swinging in big benjamin
moving quicker than pentium when rippin’ through millenia
fast cash -ss-ssin, ragged in mad fashions
haunting your street via quantum leap
and when he flaunts his piece – clocks hit a moratorium
and do not resume ’til he’s zoomin’ in his delorean
88’s a great pace catered for speed
but not the eta – that’s 1963
fahrenheit 95 when he arrives
fireworks up in the sky, means it must be july
probably overshot the time, that’s fine, just have to rewind
or is it fast forward when you leave the present behind?
his objective: -ssess the selection
a name on a list before next year’s election, yes
a rebel levelin’ the political scene
his mission is to intervene, get the polls to lean
protect the investments of gentlemen who scheme
and pull strings like the kings in the lord of the rings
so now he’s loading a magazine in the pistol, it’s official
that this miniature missile’s gonna rip through some brain tissue
from a rooftop with old doc, staring at his gold watch
waiting for the kennedy’s to roll down the block in a motorcade…

tick tock, a day in the life
next mission: take the ak or go for the snipe?
hitchhiking through centuries for political hegemony
time travel supremacies are meddlin’ with destiny
but he wonders why they tell him, “never touch a b-tterfly”
could a ripple trickle down a decade and undermine fate?
which, in this case, is subject to editing
history’s erratic, better pencil in the lettering

everything’s an anomaly when running this monopoly
he stops off to drop off philosophy for socrates
and nostradamus, who he promised to caution with prophecies
teaches deck to protect his neck and bomb atomically
still he chronologically pursues better days
cause he figures that today is tomorrow’s yesterday
his employer’s want h-ll, and every cent is well spent
when he reports to the ladies and gents just where he went

back to the future, recruitin’ super computers
traveling so fast, they’ll wonder if he’ll ever crash
pursued by the channel 2 news and sharp shooters
goin’ forward to the past on a quarter tank of gas
ran outta premium, downgraded to medium
can’t afford it? forget it, gotta settle for unleaded
and let it do what it will – if he’s caught standing still
when the time wheel shifts he could slip into ’86

and sh-t, the b-tton on his watch won’t even press
yes, the motor in his little golden rolex is vexed
now it all makes sense when his relatives reflect
his papa said this plot was but a preview for the next
“leave the past behind you” – the rule of his mama
so now his motto for tomorrow is hakuna matata
he gotta do what he gotta cause his medulla oblongata
got capacity enough to reach up and touch allah

with the power of a brand new deluxe flux capacitor
a time traffiker and professional sp-ce traveller
his role takes a toll on him, but he doesn’t show it
every moment is an oppoonent, so live it and own it
and now then he wonders if this mad world has gone cuckoo
like the clocks that he knocks out of sync through his actions
second hand progresses, the minute hand couldn’t catch it
for him there ain’t nothin’ to it, so screw it, what would you do?

he lands on the next date precisely, it’s like he –
got his high speed from the mighty greek nike
his watch is workin’ now, the time is pretty perfect
to check in with the service who hired him for the purpose
of locating the subject scheduled for death
this hollow tipped steel has an appointment with a chest
he pulls out a cartridge and marches the streets
with his eyes on the -ssignment forty-three meters northeast

he shouldn’t risk it, but it doesn’t make a difference
takes a shot and misses and the m-sses go ballistic
chaos in the district, this isn’t what he predicted
this never would have happened if he’d hired an -ssistant
the target vanishes, the cop slam the campus with some canisters
that make him drop the weapon that he brandishes
tackled down, shackled up, through in the back of a truck
with other wack nuts who talk tough and act up

people are screamin’ trying to figure out a reason
why this heathen would be needin’
to cease a gentleman’s breathin’
they find a doc-ment inside his coat pocket
a set of prominent names arranged in a list
authorities suspect it’s for political profit
and each is checked off except the number after six
investigation leads to a rare dead end
the perpetrator swears to be sent from two thousand and ten

and when he shows his id, it gets real strange
the victim and the perp’s last names are the same
exposed – he was taught to follow a code
but along that lone cold road he chose to go rogue
and put a stop to the plot of the wicked empire
who manipulates history to administer misery
but as a top agent though, no would could he persuade ’em
to discontinue any intrusion in the equation

so self-termination – is what he decides
but implies that he wants to try a newer type of suicide
oh people, what a paramount paradox
that’s mathematically in tact like a pair of socks
if you eliminate the source, by force, of course
you cancel out a whole lifetime – yours
he figures, k!lling himself? why even bother
all it takes is the -ss-ssination of his grandfather

- pat battle lyrics

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