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The lyrics paint a vivid picture of artistic defiance and the pursuit of recognition, blending street-level ambition with grand, almost divine, aspirations. The opening lines immediately establish a persona of untouchable skill, comparing the rapper's flow to something worthy of display at the Vatican. This sets a tone of self-assuredness, where even material wealth like a "Rollie" is adorned with historical significance, referencing Plymouth rocks. The narrative quickly pivots to a sense of being underestimated and actively suppressed, with lines about others trying to "control me" and "silence me slowly." This struggle fuels a defiant stance, asserting that their artistic legacy is indelible, proclaiming, "y'all can't kill me." Bronze Nazareth's verse introduces a rich tapestry of imagery, weaving together historical figures like Mansa Musa and artistic references like Van Gogh with vivid, almost surreal, sensory details. The lyrics suggest a deep connection to a grander, perhaps spiritual, artistic lineage, where the act of creation is both a gift and a powerful force. The imagery of "Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath" and "cauliflower smoke chowder clams" creates a unique, almost alchemical, blend of the refined and the raw. This verse emphasizes a meticulous, almost obsessive, approach to craft, aiming for a lasting impact that transcends the immediate. Fashawn returns with a focus on the roots of his ambition, specifically mentioning the "kid that's in the 'jects" whose difficult circumstances are a source of his drive. This grounds the earlier boasts in a tangible reality, suggesting that the pursuit of success is not just for personal gain but a response to systemic neglect. The contrast between the "glistening on my neck" and the harsh conditions of the "jects" highlights the dual nature of his public image and private motivation. The references to basketball legends like Shaheed and Raheem, and the cautionary advice about replying to certain "texts," reinforce a persona of street wisdom and calculated action. Bronze Nazareth's final verse continues to build on this theme of potent artistry and material success, using metaphors that blend the mechanical and the organic. The "piston whippin' 89 skillets" and "Sally Spider leg barrels" evoke a sense of powerful, almost violent, creation. The imagery of "thumb green farmed a field of dreams" and swimming in "cold cash" speaks to the tangible rewards of this artistic hustle. The verse concludes with a powerful statement on the transformative nature of his words, where his "larynx moves" commands respect and the ultimate reward is found in "emeralds and pharaoh's jewels," solidifying the idea of art as a source of enduring wealth and power.

Bronze Nazareth & Fashawn - Rap, Hardcore Rap

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[Verse 1: Fashawn] The savage of Nazareth flashin' the gold Lazarus My flow patterns alone should be shown at the Vatican (Yes sir) Holy guacamole Marci got me rappin' over Rock and Roll beats Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie (Bling!) Fuck a gram I'm bout to drop a OZ Big baldheads probably Mobi, not an emoji (Nah) You was gettin' at me when you got at the OGs (Fuck is wrong with you?) Slide on you like it's too late to side with the homies They tried to control me, failed miserably They tried to silence me slowly, copied and hit delete I stand guilty, uh, my hands filthy Make every rhyme echo through time, y'all can't kill me [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] Ay Vincent van Different Glance Mansa Musa Clan Gogh gift his hands Crescent moon rocks Kitchen plans Cricket bat stick, grand amazon land Let the world see my grams and exam Pretty clam with Mauritian tan, is how I expand From the afterlife, Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath Give me space like Bezos and a white lightning plant I got heightened plans, nigga, I'm climbing like my FICO stamp Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs Half a ounce rolled in brown, boy, that's Otto Graham's Cabo to France, cauliflower smoke chowder clams It's gritty like a wind gust of powder sand [Verse 3: Fashawn] Infinite F, sent from the West Can tell by the limp in my step it's pimpin' at it's best (Ai ai ai!) Finesse the system out a check Get some killers out of debt Some niggas did it for the revenue some did it for respect (Uh) I did it for that kid that's in the 'jects (Uh) Who's living is a mess, in conditions incorrect That's the shit that got me vexed All you see is what's glistening on my neck The globe gon' know it next, the city know I'm a threat (Yes!) Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime I got the juice, like Raheem still alive That's common sense, you know, Rashid ninety five These kind of texts, it'd be wise not to reply (Haha) Got to learn to cross your T's, nigga, dot your eyes Before somebody dies, now what's your alibi, F? [Verse 4: Bronze Nazareth] Intercept my ill phonetics with Egyptian relics (Murk it) I'm a piston whippin' 89 skillets (Get that shit) Sally Spider leg barrels with the biscuits (Boom boom) Crack a triscuit, blue skull for Cameron Tillman Black Fisker Karma daydreamin' a billion Thumb green farmed a field of dreams, delivered it (Here we go) Money bin swimmin' cold cash Brad limitless Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis My pen is on stilts, watch the ink do a stitch Flickin' ash from Kush Mints, the stench is immense Condensed the extended, blended the penmanship Arthur Fleck, roulette, who slept spinnin' barrels Made the obese harlot start flippin' carols Marciano Roc the beats up, for Bronze parables (Let's go) Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons Share my streams it's like fiends sharin' spoons (Gimme one) When my larynx moves, the fare is due (It's due) There ensues beef, got hustle all in my marrow brew (Word) Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh's jewels

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