Rare Breed - Bronze Nazareth

Yeah, let’s get real acquainted, flows hard as the pavement

Far as basic, my aim in the game’s, through complication

Food for thought tast it, ain’t it amazing?

God MC, whose hard as me, rumble real looks, in the mob like me

Get stuck by Timb boots, on the robbing spree

Keep thinking ya’ll me, tough as teflon

I won’t bleed, squeeze til I’m empty

My enemies resent me, since peep it

A player’s potential, playing my pussy while they sleeping

Prepare for the worse, or a hearse, do it or cremate it

However you gon' take it, stand a chance of leaving here naked

Where I was raised in, new killers who made the sacrifice

Died trying, to show a nigga, how to cherish life

Walk around at night, packing a pistol

Cuz niggas get got for doing this shit I’m into

I got rap skills, I’m spitting what I’ve been through

Clear as crystal, in Detroit, we get physical

One dimensional, gully, gutter or gangsta

On every block, some spots, somebody selling weed or rocks

Caught on the wrong side, weave them shots

Cuz they coming from all directions, breathe & stop

Tuck and roll, turn around, bust ya chrome

And that’s on the walk home, in my city, fo' sho

Learned how to shoot, at a early age, be a drug dealer

Make skrilla, cuz time’s real, relate to some niggas

I remember gear for days, shift with them grimey ways

Bullets thru the pope’s robe, if I ain’t ate that day

Became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation

No hesitation, when the crowd of locust pellets came in

I walk with Abraham, through the ghettos and slums

My mentals is numb, my pencils help thaw the glaciers

The way words work and circle through ya third eye

My rhymes bird eye, could see the snakes in the turf line

I search burnt minds, with walking through desert Isles

Only to find the streets run as long as the Nile

Be stronger, how?

We can never move all this concrete

Til blond streets, lead us to God’s bronze feet

We’ll be tusslin' on corners, musclin' owners

Cussin' out foreigners, mourners cry, watching funeral workers

Word to Thelma from Good Times

My mind’s a rhyme library the size of a high rise

Yo, I’m a rare breed, you won’t dare scheme

I blow a hole through ya speakers, and watch ya snares bleed

I spot and stare at fiends til they capillaries clean

Rhyme on the top of ferris wheels, until the beams lean

I settle street dreams, show you their nightmares

Peddle ice stares, so jagged that they dice pairs

Where angus beef lands after hands are slaughtered

Ward street marauders, sailing hardships thru life’s harbors

Through hell or high water, low tide or heaven’s gates

Escape like seven freight trains, holding onto weight

Like anaconda snake, a man who tarnish saints

Certainly fakes, get stomped into surgery dates

The Ghetto’s my toothpick, I spit candid hell scenes

My thought for food stay warm like handheld machines

With simple precision, I paint stills of the living

Build with the villains, dope fiends, and the victims