Wisemen - The Bronzemen (premix) lyrics
rate me[Bronze Nazareth]Yo, yo, fuck a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off oneOn home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and runBody heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horsesInhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpsesHousing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'edI let myself out of my jail, 'cause I'm the truthEyes shimmer like brivers, and broken bottles of SmirnoffSuccession's a sound splash from windows, spilling offStealing bars from a logo, cough death on mocus scarsSkate clicks like 18 Bronzemen in the hallsThe seeds of my cold blood, travel through deep veinsGrew up with no hands, arms, a spike, ball & chainThe hills have eyes, they saw me escape the hiveKeep my blowgun, shirt or your back, until you dieLord squirt cyanide, crack open a winter skyFor cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knifeHydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumbleFrom a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumbleI'm filled with screams that I can never let slipThey say I'm potent, and mad, man, we all have a bit[Killa Sin]Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like meUnlikely, sheisty for that mic pieceMy Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaksSkeeting divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed usTo Haitian cleavage, with features thatKeep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veteransTrend setters who better when, under pressure'Cause better lines, prime timers like LettermanGet ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us inSay you sick with the rhymes, well then I'ma vomit the medicineBomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the PresidentSave the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never beenIf you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residenceBetter to chill, nigga, take a breather, let us settle inNeed the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephantsAmmo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my elementHandle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidenceAmmo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant[Bronze Nazareth]Fuck ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstreamMy sheet holds cannisters and manuals of daydreamsBrita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppyMy habit's insane performing an audio-topsyCotton grown, testosterone, got glocks for bonesDrink a jar of H20, think harsh darts and throwMaybe blow, poison tips, razor titsSour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet pussyWith splatter patterns, I'm dark like Rouge Park murders on the camera lanternsSharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wifeSly as a sleuth with a slipknot on your windpipeLick mic stands, I got a weather 'vay, mind bendLaugh is like rubies and dances on the vile windsI live probably like a Mothman prophecyFormat like winery, Eliat, be my odysseyWe puff crims, and then drink marble from lead pipesRun from daylight like Payton from jakes on grey nightsWhen the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozenClap like a thousand books closingAnd pop loud as a thousand rosaries brokenWon't go in, in the silver clouds of SativaWord to Solomon, love Shiba down to her amiba
