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tim granite - bar marathon lyrics

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 sh-t
like how you rhyme like a common b-tch
run of the mill, for fun of the k!ll
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
k!lling 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 b-tches’ slits
i’d rather sw-nk you fans on the block
and turn tricks
you turned b-tch
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 wh-r-s 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 skyscr-pers 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? b-tch 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 f-ck they saying?
i dunno they don’t speak straight
i never f-ck with fake cats
or people with harvey dent’s face

- tim granite lyrics

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