The Beacetro - Bronze Nazareth

Yeah, Yo

Roll the dice how much is your life worth

Somebody cursed in church, The knife, The mic I murk

Roll the dice how much is your life worth

Somebody cursed in church, The knife, The mic I murk

Roll the dice how much is your life worth

Somebody cursed in church, The knife, The mic I murk

And it don’t stop, My Maza Yukon Denali down-shifted on the road blocks

Around the clock, Got over writers block now the Glocks cock

And my mic got hair lined trigger, Things change

Do you remember the last time you heard shift like this

I wasn’t always a starter at first I came off the bench

In a pinch I play all five positions

No question I study my lessons and stay on a mission

What’s your plan young man, A new day has arisen

Play yourself in a rider position

Catacalysts, My captains dismissed as superstition

We’re wishing, Complete your square and be firm in your conviction

Me flowing is poetry in motion, Cop that forgotten chosen and get open

Yo money ain’t right cause you spent too much time loaf’n

This was destiny since conception in my Mom’s fallopian

(You know that’s why, Ohh baby)