5th Chamber - Bronze Nazareth

Yeah, another one, the mad butcher

12 O’Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth

Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently

My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah

Sunny shazaam, spark any part of ya jam

I am that I am, cannons like 'Samite Sam

That’ll break ya ass up, like the hits on my ram

Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam

No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies

Ready and live, for them spies, try’nna see my demise

Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top

Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops

Ain’t no stopping what I’m willing, drilling

Do it for the love of the children, double some millions

The industry, a couple of billions

For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle

Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze

Spit it like balms, seven dot coms, the man supreme

Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm

Known to bare arms, moving some harm, off that burning bush

Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush

Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach

I bust in a nut that feel it, when you pumping

I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something

My hands in my pocket, dead preses' by the bunches

My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin

I’m on the highway, Flex Master when he Funkin' it

Mmm.

I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks

Do more crimes than son in Brook

I’m on the corner, arm break when it put

We looking harder than coke when it’s cooked

Got niggas scared to look

Know the fo’fo leave a hole, as wide as a book

I’m from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook

Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks

Must the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'

Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook

Watch a king, nigga, my queen got your check' with the rook

Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook

Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where I aerosol

Ran deep in the streets like a marathon

Vagabond, with Haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone

Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow

To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose

Erode most to the last atom, home, batter domes

They use my chatter for better holes

Buyin' this, ridin' it, cherry picture, rusty blades

That’s my sound, it run the crowd jewels by the pound

Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down

Keep northern lights lit, from bush trim close

Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO’s for the foes

Shatter bones like Mexican bulls

Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope

Got plenty rope, third eye, sigh for any scope

As far as I know, nigga, my artist control

By the hand written part of my soul

While the life line pardon the notes

The modern magna carta, art show from the barrel of the gun choke

Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap

This the way I get paid, unless you box and crack

I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years

Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear

Yellow bus niggas can’t read or write too good

But they sell whites white, and they nice with good

Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa

Then spar ten rattles in your friend car

Sean the Boss, I’m the best in the world

You’se a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl

Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say

With they finger 'round the collar, holla 'wash ya neck'

Listen, Dikembo Mutumbo, feliz navidad

You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad

Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this

Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P