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[Kung fu sample overlapped by intro] You wanna help? It's your duty If it is our duty, what if our shift comes in for while? What were you thinking? I was thinking, you're an expert [Intro: Kevlaar 7] Yeah... Kevlaar 7, Bronze Nazareth Fucking with Yo, yo [Kevlaar 7] Live from the home that birthed Al Green I bring more heat, than grits in third degree seams Queens get ya' pot holders, I'm brolic as novas Jehovah spoke of me, told y'all it's over In fact, I crack the canyon inside ya' Earth And casted my shadow on the last man standing Branded his brain, uncandidly crack cocaine Clever ruffian, my nation equates me to shame Contained within my own concrete jungles Streets crumble, trouble, blood heat bubbles Type O fucker if I need a body double If my heart valves close, like the lens on the Hubble Impossible, I play dominoes on top of live volcanoes Sit lava with a mouth of gasoline, pages Ageless flow, I'm in history books next to James Monroe With a gat to his dome Watch the lava shot blow, recite pharaohistic poems Hieroglyphics show, yo, the crypt is my home Inside I construct authentic kinetic gold Interlacing, you bitches, with visionary flows [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth] Yo, live from the landfills, my thoughts they can kill Like stones and anvils, cats they close landfills Cats flows on standstill, grams, noses, and pills Stand close to God, but how could a man build? [Bronze Nazareth] (Yo) Live from Motown, gun rule, Hellbound Sell pounds to spellbounds, rhythm, and soundscapes Break thoughts in place, my words sour the taste Scrolls is old gold, rivers are concrete waste Kill you where the swans meet I wouldn't do it, but I'm just trying to eat Cold as my environment's heat Sat on mountains, drunk in the hills with gypsies Love South Central Cartel, it's hard to miss me Face in your history texts, reflects from slaves Specs like Ray Charles seeing from his grave He said, Bronze, you could hear the color of clouds Or see the sound of existence, like braille printed out Pops was a soldier, M-16's hit him I've walked with the pain of a thousand suicide victims Bleed misery and hope on the same page Soak in the same rain, smoke in my rib cage [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth] Yo, live from the landfills, my thoughts they can kill Like stones and anvils, cats they close landfills Cats flows on standstill, grams, noses, and pills Stand close to God, but how could a man build?