The Road - Bronze Nazareth, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck

When the road is gone, and you can’t find no way

So don’t you threaten my, my, my friend now

It’ll be another day

Black male, jail cell, same hell, murderous prospects

Drain ale, same pale, buck shots, reign hail

Same meal, stepping like robot, pain kill

Shrill scream from silk screen to nine mill

Plus my will, cook a meal like rosewoods

I’m coming for them gold goods, persistent like dope head

My briscket toasted, roping fine hoes, acid for flat bread

Salicic, catch a casket drifting

Unbutton hostlers Embroidered clips in

Chicago Bear cough, clip ya to snare off

Pick six to carry off his coffin

While I’m lofting pterodactyl off white widow endorsement

Back to the ward street lawn, heaters and more shit

My literary literally drown your war ship

Send a shell non terrapin style to the corporate

First forty eight hours he’s never seen, no force could measure me

The hunts off when he endorse my treasury

Yellow apparition, smell of kush and incense

I dwell on fences where the Air Force is scared of going off course

Burn you after murder spree then I off the witness

Double dutch and I don’t mean the ropes, I’m off the benches

Coughing endless, cumulous blends off a genius intention

Bring the ninja henchmen

Spent shells on ya lawn, it was expensive

Now there’s one thing I should mention

Massive pounds of pressure

Nothing can hold me, watch as I levitate gravity

None could match me, cave chest cavity

Basic mathematical flow, like the mac spray

Monumental word play, carefully construct the measurements

When you weigh it up, refine it to it’s highest science

A spill of carbon, one gun shot of diesel

A microphone touch ignition, planet eruption

Underworld corruption, don’t trust him it’s sadly to say

You might have to bust him one day, I thought I told you

Broad day bullets over Broadway for more pay

Verbal assault, leave bitches wet more then foreplay

All day, this is routine, not a facade

No mirage, no regard, no HBO Entourage

Bloodsport, caught with the force, Star Wars, Skywalker

Offin' your boss, tossin' your broad

And there’s no shells, left in the drawer, spent them in war

Nobodies leaving til we settle the score

Chose the high road, never look down, like if my eyes closed

Mine flows, trying to get mine, before the time goes

Ayatollah mind controller, free of the blindfolds

Survive where 50s, 47s, and nines blow

Big don, boss underdog from the rip bomb

Click strong, Melo with the handle like the Knicks on

Clips drawn, ducking the blues, choose a fit form

Big arms, lay down your king, only six pawns

My friend, he’s an expert, in ninja

Give this letter to him, he will come

Mmm…

What is this ninja?

I’m not familiar

Is this from him?

Watch out!

This may contain poison, don’t touch it