Fanta 6 - Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano, Fashawn

The savage of Nazareth flashing the gold lazarus

My flow patterns alone should shown at the vatican

Holy guacamole

Marci got me rappin over rock and roll beats

Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie

Fuck a gram I’m bout to drop a OZ

Big bald heads probably Mobi, not an emoji

You was gettin at me when you got at the OGs

Slide on you like it’s too late to side with the homies

They tried to control me, failed miserably

They tried to silence me slowly, copied and hit delete

I stand guilty, my hands filthy

Make every rhyme echo through time, y’all can’t kill me

Vincent van Different Glance

Mansa Musa Clan

Gogh gift his hands

Crescent moon rocks

Kitchen plans

Cricket bat stick, grand amazon Land

Let the world see my grams and exam

Pretty clam with Mauritian tan, is how I expand

From the afterlife, Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath

Give me Space like Bezos, and a white lightning plant

I got heightened Plans, nigga I’m climbing like my fico stamps

Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs

Half a ounce rolled in brown, boy that’s Otto Grahams

Cabo to France, cauliflower smoke chowder clams

It’s Gritty like a wind gust of powder sand

Infinite F, sent from the West

Can tell by the limp in my step it’s pimpin at it’s best

Finesse the system out a check

Get some killers out of debt

Some niggas did it for the revenue some did it for respect

I did it for that kid that’s in the 'jects

Who’s living is a mess in conditions incorrect

That’s the shit that got me vexed

All you see is what’s glistening on my neck

The globe gon know it next the city know I’m a threat (yes!)

Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime

I got the juice like Raheem still alive

That’s common sense you know, Rashid ninety five

These kind of texts it’d be wise not to reply

Got to learn to cross your t’s nigga dot your eyes

Before somebody dies, now what’s your alibi?

Intercept my ill phonetics with Egyptian relics

I’m a piston whippin 89 skillets

Sally spider leg barrels with the biscuits

Crack a triscuit blue skull for Cameron Tillman

Black Fisker Karma daydreaming a billion

Thumb Green farmed a field of dreams, delivered it

Money bin swimming cold cash Brad limitless

Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis

My pen is on stilts, watch the ink do a stitch

Flickin ash from Kush Mints, The stench is immense

Condensed the extended, blended the penmanship

Arthur Fleck, Roulette who slept, spinning barrels

Made the obese harlot start flippin carols

Marciano roc the beats up, for Bronze parables

Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons

Share my streams it’s like fiends sharing spoons

When my larynx moves, the fare is due

There ensues beef, got hustle all in my marrow brew

Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules

The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh’s jewels