The Pain (Instr.) - Bronze Nazareth

Yo, it’s the blade runner, face gunner, mace never*

Cold case catcher, base stretcher, erase your face setter

Yo, walk wit a blade, gray sunshine sun shade

Walk guys are small fries, I’m pharaoh

There it lies, focus the barrel, friend rule

Food for head and chest, lay you to rest

Even in O.T., I’m home team

Three dogs, three guns, five fought

Whoever want it, get smoked like blunted

Peacefully put, get pulled like ruts or roots

Always in case for the loot

Compound your bloody compute, wisely maintain

Mandible Max Payne, the gang, your whole gang’s in flames

Entice my foes, spit your flows

After the laughter comes the ears

I compesated more beers than MC’s careers

Hip hop cheers, blood, sweat, real niggas rep your set

Red hoes in my bow, keeps the cold

Bull run calm and ain’t it

The FL we made it, brown speech

Ultimate proportions, was enormous

Wordplay, gorgeous george shit

Driver that got award shit

Bleed bloodclots more hits

Yo, we come through like sperm behind the diaphragm

Scratch the surface of the cervix, form iron hands

And accordion low, black they capo

Saxophone higher blade for saxon-anglo

My wife growing bangles, threats in the mail

They discovered DNA fragments to mark my trail

Elusively hunt, then dungeon punging

A roamer of believements, through digital sequence

See this gleem in his eye, soon they hold the truth

When the glare disppear, slash anything that move

Microphone dudes, coolers disfuse like osmosis

Slap mother nature, for fusing as the focus

Poisonous windrafts, gas you off the path

Head in concrete crash like rocks in river raft

I spell the math, engraved in sculpture

Pricked and accupuncture, from the claws of an vulture

Violent altar, wave sound pound the ground

Infuriated fists, crack the streets in your town

Violent backlash, contained on phonograph

So full of wrath, they mix equilibrium crash

Ninja mass welded from elephant horn

Fighting electric wolves with vocal extension cords

Apprehension, propeltial inmate to bars

Aloy still measure from the mind that lift cars

Release your album, you fucking with ours

And that’s mine, niggas get they lives summarized

Like your favorite long summertime, shine of a gunning night

Boy run your mic