The Bronzeman - Bronze Nazareth

Yo, yo, fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one

On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run

Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses

Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses

Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth’ed

I let myself out of my jail, cuz I’m the truth

Eyes shimmer like brivers, and broken bottles of Smirnoff

Succession’s a sound splash from windows, spilling off

Stealing bars from a logo, cough death on mocus scars

Skin clicks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls

The seeds of my cold blood, travel through deep veins

Grew up with no hands, arms, a spike, ball & chain

The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the hive

Keep my blowgun, shirt or your back, until you die

Lord squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky

For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife

Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble

From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble

I’m filled with screams that I can never let slip

They say a poet & madman, we all have a bit

And fuck ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream

My sheet holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams

Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy

My habit’s insane performing an audio-topsy

Cotton grown, testosterone, got Glocks for bones

Drink a jar of H20, think harsh darts and throw

Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits

Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet pussy

With splatter patterns, I’m dark like Rouge Park murders on the camera lanterns

Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife

Sly as a sleuth with a slipknot on your windpipe

Lick mic stands, I got a weather 'vay, mind bend

Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds

I live probably like a Mothman prophecy

Format like winery, Eliat, be my odyssey

We puff crims, and then drink marble from lead pipes

Run from daylight like Payton from jakes on grey nights

When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen

Clap like a thousand books closing

And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken

Won’t go in, in the silver clouds of Sativa

Word to Solomon, love Shiva down to her amoeba

Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me

Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece

My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks

Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us

To Haitian cleavage, with features that

Keep 'em beating they peter’s, we terror predator veterans

Trend setters who better when, under pressure

Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman

Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I’mma cop, when I let us in

Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I’mma vomit the medicine

Bomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the President

Save the beef for you freaks, it ain’t nothing sweet, and they never been

If you keep it at peace, it won’t have to level your residence

Better to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle in

Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants

Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element

Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera’s evidence

Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant