Poem Burial Ground - Bronze Nazareth

This is sacred land, my father’s land

(Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yo. yeah, yeah

Yo, yeah-yeah-yeah.

yo)

(Bronze Nazareth)

Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught

Massively brought axes and hatchets is soft

Records match dastardly cults

Graphics in vaults, flashes of magic is brought

You lack sight mothafucka your swords and masters are dull

We grapple and duck

You back in shackles and cuffs

Mathematical snuffs

Madness is lust i had to construct

ashes of thought, flashin whats tucked

passion as grimey as muck

A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls

Lackin a purposeful, rational reason for swingin in halls

My Grammy is hand-writin on walls

I send lightning thru halls

that strike like wolverine claws

Raps are bullets that soar thru cartilage in ya jaw

filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born

I’m spillin ya soul, like wolves licking blades in the cold

My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died

Beagle sad eagle eyes stay dark as broken street lights

Deep as ocean sea life

Need me like gamblers need dice

Shambles and hoods wit steep blight

Thats why i couldn’t see right,

Once said «this couldn’t be life»

it hits like 3 pipes

I’m still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deepest graves

Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page

then sleep wit rage

NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!

(Interlude: movie sample)

It rests on thirteen acres of Earth

Over the very center of Hell

He here is the first to offer, to the daring

To look into the final madning space

Between life, and death

With sights and sounds far beyond anything you tested

Avoid fainting…

(Bronze Nazareth)

Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings,

echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings

Alleys and gallery art

Mallory Gatlin cold heart

travel when power line sparks

sour dimes devour my heart

Archery shower of darts

Cowards with flowers depart

Calculus algebra hard

Falcon beak arrowhead sharp

Marriage of marrow and bark

Stare at a mirror and crack it,

Carnage wit targets and ratchets

Suspense from dense winter habits

like keepin arms in our jackets

I farm this like a harvest

or crops in old Mayan forests

dying of thirst and a famine

Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement

my cadence is camen fiendin' ta bite when they say «Amen»

peeling cotton and slavin', thats how the blade spin like bottles

my kiss of death might’ve got u

stockin my shelters wit gospel

hot like lava on the bodies of models

Ra Amen apostle, hospital cut-throat

«MY GOD WHO SENT YOU!?»

asked the emcee for my neuss rope

I’m bogglin' kin folk

Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes

I’m wealthy in mental

you poor with chains and a limo

Language is terminal

Since urban servings is burning you

Lyrics seep-through, brain angles from deep roots

Chemical alchemy too

Throw u from balcony stoops

Isn’t he too… SICK like that chronic fatigue?

Deeper than subsonic leaves

pull on trees thats root-free…

(movie sample)

What happened was true

The most brutal series of crimes in America

This is just as real, just as close

Just as terrifying as being there

Even if one of them survives, what will be left?

After you stop screaming, you’ll start talking about it