Lyrics Southpaw - Bronze Nazareth
                                                [Bronze 
                                                Nazareth:]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yo 
                                                it′s 
                                                the 
                                                mixtape, 
                                                acquit 
                                                rape 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                fall 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                career
 
                                    
                                
                                                Call 
                                                it 
                                                autumn 
                                                leaves, 
                                                the 
                                                scene's 
                                                severe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Caught 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                heap, 
                                                dig 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                skin 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                sporting 
                                                cleat
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                pull 
                                                out 
                                                meat 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                hungry 
                                                tiger′s 
                                                teeth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                shark 
                                                jaw, 
                                                I'm 
                                                'South 
                                                Paw′ 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                get 
                                                out, 
                                                brawl
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                be 
                                                peaceful, 
                                                takes 
                                                these 
                                                jewels 
                                                and 
                                                teach 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                spring, 
                                                roll 
                                                and 
                                                weave
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ugly 
                                                dreams 
                                                while 
                                                my 
                                                green 
                                                schemes 
                                                more 
                                                automatic 
                                                than 
                                                submachines
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                in 
                                                Queens 
                                                on 
                                                auto 
                                                tricycling
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                over 
                                                thick 
                                                homegirl 
                                                try 
                                                and 
                                                cycle 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                goer′s 
                                                gym
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                so 
                                                grim, 
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                want 
                                                an 
                                                evil 
                                                [? 
]                                                like 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                hitting 
                                                skin
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                glass 
                                                Joe′s 
                                                jaw, 
                                                reflect 
                                                like 
                                                Silvia 
                                                Browne
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                how 
                                                I'm 
                                                spilling 
                                                your 
                                                crown 
                                                if 
                                                you 
                                                in 
                                                [? 
                                                ]
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                villain 
                                                clown, 
                                                murderous 
                                                circus
 
                                    
                                
                                                Weave 
                                                through 
                                                lanes 
                                                like 
                                                your 
                                                girl′s 
                                                horses
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                voice 
                                                is 
                                                hoarse 
                                                from 
                                                choruses
 
                                    
                                
                                                Light 
                                                up 
                                                your 
                                                grill 
                                                like 
                                                Christmas 
                                                porches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Inhale 
                                                the 
                                                forest, 
                                                high 
                                                as 
                                                Saturn's 
                                                rings
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                Grey 
                                                matter 
                                                stings, 
                                                scatter 
                                                ashes 
                                                and 
                                                stab 
                                                kings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mental 
                                                East 
                                                Michigan, 
                                                only 
                                                bling 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                chrome 
                                                pistols
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                bring 
                                                home 
                                                the 
                                                gemstones 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                mentals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bent 
                                                folds 
                                                over 
                                                the 
                                                ambassador
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                classic 
                                                raw 
                                                rap 
                                                catalogue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Black 
                                                talent 
                                                claw 
                                                verses 
                                                from 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                churches
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                shit 
                                                is 
                                                gonna 
                                                be 
                                                classic, 
                                                don′t 
                                                pass 
                                                the 
                                                purchase
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Thought 
                                                for 
                                                Food'
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Intro
2 Childhood War
3 Beat Snippet #1
4 Richteous Talk
5 Southpaw
6 Bended Knee To The Man Upstairs
7 100 Skeletons
8 He Died From Pen
9 Cassettes
10 One Day
11 Work
12 Beat Snippet #2
13 Shaolin Kung Fu Training
14 To The Table
15 Grammy
16 Solarplexis
17 Beat Snippet #3
18 Tired
19 Sinuhe (Verse)
20 Intro
21 Dopest
22 Aim At MC's 2
23 BaRonze Obama
24 Michigan Rain
25 Black Royalty (Quality Version)
26 Night Of The Long Knife
27 My Pain Is Inside These Notes
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