To the Table

Lyrics

[Intro: Salute] Uh-huh, whoo, whoo I'm feeling this fucking beat... Bronze, you a fool for this one, baby Good looking out for this one, uh-huh Yo, yo, yo, uh-huh [Salute] Aiyo, fuck some 22's, I'd rather buy a four-four While you jumps looking pretty, I'm preparing for war I'm like that nigga on the bench, man, ready to score You can tell that I'm anxious, frustration in my face Ain't nobody put me here, had to earn my place Talk a couple loses, dog, but I'm still in the race So fuck fronting for a bitch, man, I'm try'nna get rich Paid in full like Ace Boogie, making money like Mitch While you clowns stop in whips, man I'm playing with ships Smoking purple, staying focused, while I sip on a fifth My man Bronze put me on, so you know I'mma do it Keep this ill shit moving, keep it flowing like fluid Went from guns to the mic, so I rep for the streets For my niggas in them cellblocks, according to beef Through all the pains and the struggle, how the fuck could I sleep Plus I'm hungry, muthafucka, can't rest til I eat [Interlude: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, ya'll niggas know me, man (Black Day in July) Know what the fuck I represent (Wu-Tang, nigga) Word up.. [Bronze Nazareth] We in the sweatshop, we work hard on our jobs Dark mobs, the whole block of parched monks taking shots Resilient psychic villains, days blacker than Exxon spillage Tuck the Pillage, paper sack it, fuck the millage My spirits from the kingdom of Kush, get drunk with Jenna Bush She like "Yo, Bronze, I love how you cook" When fans spit the sun out, it turned to onyx daze My moon's bright, spend white nights in an angel's gaze Dorothy Dandridge manuscript, pretty as your daughter's kiss Black clouds, high noon, rain on the nemesis Words made of Qu'ran pages, you never stood by And saw thoughts so clear, as a man's breath in winter time You saluteable Jesus feet, glow like the furnace Voice like Rushin' waters of Vodka from a thermos Half baked brain case, love how your dame taste You sour as welfare milk weeks beyond the keep dates Blunts is snake skin coils, I gotta alotta top soil Throw it on coffins, with nails from Mosque Halls Swim-fan bitches, pools of pre-cum in my britches Wipe it on her fat ass, fuck tissues Prominent son of Mary, Ossuary Pen, stole the rhythm Ran through these bars like I escaped prison I've risen like locust in the mausoleum Seal Terrorize lines like Wu signs in Mel Gibson fields