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โฑ๏ธ 1:35 duration
๐ ID: 24393656
๐ Lyrics
Those who would wish to test Bronze men
Would have to rely entirely on their own skills
No one can give them help
If they do with their all, then we'll die here
You know what it is (we got him)
What up to my Detroit army niggas (what up, what up, nigga)
Yeah, it's Nazareth King (that's what it is boy)
Yeah, yo (Thought for food)
Get it nigga, buy that shit
Yo, I'm a diabolic bastard, a face slasher
You get maced after, I pull the blade and scrape faster
Then earthquake parade disasters, flames chase after
You fake actors, I'm not a thug, but slugs aim at ya'
And rain faster when I step outside
The skies turn Bronze and camouflage of homicide
My arms alive, writing worlds for MC's
Deals we reject, in June, we trust the tech
Under God divisible, by seventeen rounds
From the boat, strike twice, like the lightning sound
Under lights of viking crowds, slicing
On Born Days, blood on the icing, blood on his apron waiting
I keep my statements baking, black plagued Matrix
Skylight in the street, G.R.E. that's me
On or off mics, acapella, get chopped like relish
Hot like Mexican crops when I sell this
Like rocks, I just inhale this, until your blood flow
Acoustic blow, snort a few lines
Quarter of a weed and a few dimes, sick of these new mimes
MC's ain't saying shit, start playing shit
Like saliva whys, Wu-Tang iron tried
Peace to Ol' Dirt, put in the most work
Would have to rely entirely on their own skills
No one can give them help
If they do with their all, then we'll die here
You know what it is (we got him)
What up to my Detroit army niggas (what up, what up, nigga)
Yeah, it's Nazareth King (that's what it is boy)
Yeah, yo (Thought for food)
Get it nigga, buy that shit
Yo, I'm a diabolic bastard, a face slasher
You get maced after, I pull the blade and scrape faster
Then earthquake parade disasters, flames chase after
You fake actors, I'm not a thug, but slugs aim at ya'
And rain faster when I step outside
The skies turn Bronze and camouflage of homicide
My arms alive, writing worlds for MC's
Deals we reject, in June, we trust the tech
Under God divisible, by seventeen rounds
From the boat, strike twice, like the lightning sound
Under lights of viking crowds, slicing
On Born Days, blood on the icing, blood on his apron waiting
I keep my statements baking, black plagued Matrix
Skylight in the street, G.R.E. that's me
On or off mics, acapella, get chopped like relish
Hot like Mexican crops when I sell this
Like rocks, I just inhale this, until your blood flow
Acoustic blow, snort a few lines
Quarter of a weed and a few dimes, sick of these new mimes
MC's ain't saying shit, start playing shit
Like saliva whys, Wu-Tang iron tried
Peace to Ol' Dirt, put in the most work
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.05] Those who would wish to test Bronze men
[00:02.25] Would have to rely entirely on their own skills
[00:05.28] No one can give them help
[00:06.67] If they do with their all, then we'll die here
[00:16.16] You know what it is (we got him)
[00:18.97] What up to my Detroit army niggas (what up, what up, nigga)
[00:23.06] Yeah, it's Nazareth King (that's what it is boy)
[00:26.22] Yeah, yo (Thought for food)
[00:29.51] Get it nigga, buy that shit
[00:31.55] Yo, I'm a diabolic bastard, a face slasher
[00:34.34] You get maced after, I pull the blade and scrape faster
[00:37.58] Then earthquake parade disasters, flames chase after
[00:40.35] You fake actors, I'm not a thug, but slugs aim at ya'
[00:43.59] And rain faster when I step outside
[00:45.42] The skies turn Bronze and camouflage of homicide
[00:48.18] My arms alive, writing worlds for MC's
[00:50.53] Deals we reject, in June, we trust the tech
[00:53.18] Under God divisible, by seventeen rounds
[00:55.35] From the boat, strike twice, like the lightning sound
[00:58.13] Under lights of viking crowds, slicing
[01:00.87] On Born Days, blood on the icing, blood on his apron waiting
[01:04.07] I keep my statements baking, black plagued Matrix
[01:06.25] Skylight in the street, G.R.E. that's me
[01:09.06] On or off mics, acapella, get chopped like relish
[01:12.06] Hot like Mexican crops when I sell this
[01:14.25] Like rocks, I just inhale this, until your blood flow
[01:16.96] Acoustic blow, snort a few lines
[01:19.32] Quarter of a weed and a few dimes, sick of these new mimes
[01:22.69] MC's ain't saying shit, start playing shit
[01:25.33] Like saliva whys, Wu-Tang iron tried
[01:28.25] Peace to Ol' Dirt, put in the most work
[01:30.54]
[00:02.25] Would have to rely entirely on their own skills
[00:05.28] No one can give them help
[00:06.67] If they do with their all, then we'll die here
[00:16.16] You know what it is (we got him)
[00:18.97] What up to my Detroit army niggas (what up, what up, nigga)
[00:23.06] Yeah, it's Nazareth King (that's what it is boy)
[00:26.22] Yeah, yo (Thought for food)
[00:29.51] Get it nigga, buy that shit
[00:31.55] Yo, I'm a diabolic bastard, a face slasher
[00:34.34] You get maced after, I pull the blade and scrape faster
[00:37.58] Then earthquake parade disasters, flames chase after
[00:40.35] You fake actors, I'm not a thug, but slugs aim at ya'
[00:43.59] And rain faster when I step outside
[00:45.42] The skies turn Bronze and camouflage of homicide
[00:48.18] My arms alive, writing worlds for MC's
[00:50.53] Deals we reject, in June, we trust the tech
[00:53.18] Under God divisible, by seventeen rounds
[00:55.35] From the boat, strike twice, like the lightning sound
[00:58.13] Under lights of viking crowds, slicing
[01:00.87] On Born Days, blood on the icing, blood on his apron waiting
[01:04.07] I keep my statements baking, black plagued Matrix
[01:06.25] Skylight in the street, G.R.E. that's me
[01:09.06] On or off mics, acapella, get chopped like relish
[01:12.06] Hot like Mexican crops when I sell this
[01:14.25] Like rocks, I just inhale this, until your blood flow
[01:16.96] Acoustic blow, snort a few lines
[01:19.32] Quarter of a weed and a few dimes, sick of these new mimes
[01:22.69] MC's ain't saying shit, start playing shit
[01:25.33] Like saliva whys, Wu-Tang iron tried
[01:28.25] Peace to Ol' Dirt, put in the most work
[01:30.54]