[Bronze Nazareth] Yo I'm a king with no wings, but we can box in one I'm toxic, spun off the marksmen epiclotist Ex-robbers, vile toting, swinging totem pole Cobra ax flow, niggas spinning jacks slow Government remote control, my brain power Rain shower, man and gods, what's the odds Even I'm wrong, I'm still right, get large Seven Wise hitman, hit squad, dip bars In golden jars, I speak a sunshine flow Serve a drumline slow, like gumbo My music testifies, and if it's not 5 mics It's atleast ten dimes Throw a rope up to God, maybe you'll climb this high In the tree house, I'm tree'd out Speak about something, to think about a bleed out Flee to my house, hold a tree to my mouth Inhale it, brain tsunami, hope your chain and all your property Is enough to keep you, on top of the water Shallow niggas sink deep, and there's sharks in the water Who run the soundboards, from here to abroad While y'all niggas sleep as if the Lord had called, uh
Pick up the phone it's ringing
[Bronze Nazareth] Yo, I hit the smoke stacker like my bitch is battered Pipe shatter like pipe dreams, splatter ya gray matter When things get rough, pull something from my sleeve Longer than Joker gun, keep hope alive Leave with a Smoking Gunn, I discipate, clips are gated Escape, then scrape the fishscale straight, move the plate High maneuvers, blue street pie for dinner Consider a sinner, simmer my lines like roaches shimmer Leftover bread winner, a lively dead winter My verses are like coke, benches and broke windows Tank poem, Donald Goines word flow Lines must be javelin, traveling to your ass urn Wildlife's trife arachnid's trapped in amber, throw up Razor blade's like pregnant women woke up The cloud's weed smoke with the ozone I roll up No one could sit on these schemes, with pitiful mean Put you on a hospital beams and audible screen My possible scam, a sonogram of modern man Harvard, G. Carver plans, why do we sit in stance?
