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