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Second Hand’s Tick
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Ticky ticky tock goes the clock Walk fast like a hawk flies fast See the second hand pa**; Do you really not see? Father Fate is truly cra**, yeah He's the kind of brother that'll interrupt Ma** I'm 5'10" but I got good posture; I was bred a hunter, not a vulture; I use all my ken for the culture For what's another river 'thout the moisture I must say I'm: Rigid like I'm Young Modulus I, shoot I don't miss I, see target's fate I, know beast to sate I, see it's hard for a lot of brothers to relate Not going for the check, going for the mate Only so long, you can be a sunflower Then you gotta bear fruit, or cowеr, it's true; Only so long, you ensconce in thе tower Then you gotta cast your locks down in the mire Short life of movement Is sweeter Than long life Of stagnancy So I will keep moving Even if nigh drowning within the sea Ticky ticky tock goes the clock Walk fast like a hawk flies fast See the second hand pa**; Do you really not see? Father Fate is truly cra**, yeah He's the kind of brother that'll interrupt Ma** I'm 5'10" but I got good posture; I was bred a hunter, not a vulture; I use all my ken for the culture For what's another river 'thout the moisture Oftentimes I find it hard to mop my own kitchen 'Cause when I look into the gla** I don't see my reflection I see another brother with enc*mbrance on his back Like I'm wading in the murky waters awaiting a shark attack I could sell ice to an eskimo Making humid raps dripping with the flow Flying with the crow On my shoulder; I'm a climber Life's a boulder; I'm a suitcase You're a folder I'm a dirigible— Individual so likely to rise 'Cause he's seminal— It's almost criminal Crafting the rhymes that I do Whilst being so far from ephemeral; I go straight on red 'Cause through I keep my head I rather wash up dead Than write my runes abed; I'll pick He every single time over lead And watch where my feet in the snake pit tread Ticky ticky tock goes the clock Walk fast like a hawk flies fast See the second hand pa**; Do you really not see? Father Fate is truly cra**, yeah He's the kind of brother that'll interrupt Ma** I pick up my pen So words can get dancing; I am the poacher You keep on prancing; Give you the Maxim But I guarantee I'm still advancing; Many a maxim Making, even though the pen is taxing I, must—my ken—relay; Cry, 'cause life's whip does flay; Why, have I chosen this rough way? 'Cause I get my fix from the truth I say
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