paroles de chanson Solarplexis - Bronze Nazareth
                                                [Bronze 
                                                Nazareth:]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bronze 
                                                Nazareth 
                                                rap 
                                                to 
                                                capture, 
                                                stab 
                                                you 
                                                backwards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mist 
                                                in 
                                                Michelin, 
                                                adverbs 
                                                stab 
                                                worse 
                                                than 
                                                militia 
                                                in 
                                                black 
                                                dirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                raps 
                                                squirt 
                                                poison, 
                                                Attica's 
                                                finch 
                                                ploys 
                                                when
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sins 
                                                spin 
                                                from 
                                                my 
                                                pen 
                                                like 
                                                spider 
                                                web
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                no 
                                                higher 
                                                celeb 
                                                than 
                                                he 
                                                who 
                                                impresses 
                                                himself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                flutes 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                foreground
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                dirty 
                                                like 
                                                Detroit 
                                                buildings 
                                                tore 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                more 
                                                round 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                the 
                                                thirst 
                                                hasn't 
                                                begun 
                                                yet, 
                                                my 
                                                gun 
                                                get 
                                                tongue 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                shoot 
                                                sometimes, 
                                                spin 
                                                lines 
                                                like 
                                                Rumpelstiltskin
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                slump 
                                                and 
                                                peel 
                                                men 
                                                from 
                                                earth 
                                                like 
                                                they 
                                                did 
                                                send
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                wanna 
                                                test 
                                                my 
                                                next 
                                                verse? 
                                                    A 
                                                'Blade 
                                                Trilogy'
 
                                    
                                
                                                Filling 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                soliloquies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hitting 
                                                like 
                                                [? 
]                                                into 
                                                your 
                                                metal 
                                                facilities
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fuck 
                                                you 
                                                niggas 
                                                up, 
                                                spill 
                                                the 
                                                beans 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                eat 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trouble 
                                                since 
                                                we 
                                                first 
                                                got 
                                                freedom
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                freedom 
                                                had 
                                                an 
                                                AK 
                                                and 
                                                passed 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                [? 
                                                ]
 
                                    
                                
                                                Okay 
                                                I'm 
                                                reloaded, 
                                                the 
                                                streets 
                                                don't 
                                                know 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                beats 
                                                flow 
                                                rich, 
                                                clap 
                                                and 
                                                cut 
                                                like 
                                                bow 
                                                rigs
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                super 
                                                curs, 
                                                defeat 
                                                you 
                                                easier 
                                                than 
                                                super 
                                                sluts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Deluxe 
                                                handcuffs, 
                                                precincts 
                                                stand 
                                                up 
                                                when 
                                                I'm 
                                                arrested
 
                                    
                                
                                                Double 
                                                barrel 
                                                bronze 
                                                but 
                                                he 
                                                was 
                                                double 
                                                chested
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                heart, 
                                                the 
                                                ribcage, 
                                                chest 
                                                and 
                                                solar 
                                                plexus
 
                                    
                                 
                            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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