Lyrics To The Table - Bronze Nazareth
[**
Vol.
1:]
[**
feat.
Salute:]
[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
mind,
the
whole
block,
and
proj′
Monks
taking
shots
Brazilian
psychic
villains,
days
blacker
than
Exxon
spillage
Taught
the
Pillage,
paper
stacking,
fuck
the
milledge
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,
they
turn
to
onyx
daze
My
moon′s
bright,
spend
white
nights
in
an
angel's
gaze
Thought
three
tantrum′s,
man,
you
script,
pretty
as
your
daughter's
kiss
Black
clouds,
high
noon,
rain
on
the
nemesis
Words
made
the
Qu′ran
pages,
you
never
stood
by
So
I
thought
so
clear,
as
a
man's
breathe
in
winter
time
You
saluted
the
Jesus
feet,
burn
like
a
furnace
Voice
like
Russian
waters
of
Vodka
from
a
thermos
Half
baked
brain
case,
love
how
your
dame
taste
You
salvage
welfare
mid-week,
see
how
I
keep
dates
Blunts
in
snake
skin
coils,
I
gotta
alotta
time
soil
Throw
it
on
coffins,
with
nails
from
Mars
called
Swimfan
bitches,
pools
of
pre-cum
in
my
britches
Wipe
it
on
her
fat
ass,
fuck
tissues
Prime
and
the
son
of
Mary,
Ash-uar′
repents
Throw
in
the
rhythm,
land
through
these
bars
like
I
escaped
prison
Out
risen
like
locust
in
the
mars
of
Liam
Seal
Terrorize
lines
like
Wu
signs
in
Mel
Gibson
fields
1 Street Corners
2 Sinuhe
3 Michigan Rain
4 MC Death March
5 Night of the Long Knife
6 To The Table
7 Blade Runner
8 Rare Breed
9 The Pain
10 Hear What I Say
11 One Plan
12 O.D.B. Tribute
13 The Beacetro
14 Bended Knee
15 BaRonze Obama
16 Killa Bee
17 Iconoclasts
18 Associated
19 Lyrical Swords
20 McKinley Shot Burst
21 Think Differently
22 Listen
23 Fragments
24 Good Morning (A Nice Hell)
25 5th Chamber
26 Aim At MC's 2
27 $ (aka Cash Rule)
28 More Than Gold
29 Slow Blues
30 The Bronzeman
31 Poem Burial Ground
32 Childhood War
33 Black Royalty
34 Shaolin Kung Fu Training
35 100 Skeletons
36 Detroit
37 New Year Banga
38 Mixture of Muhammed
39 Welcome Home
40 Founder Of Pain
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