Текст песни Main Man - Bronze Nazareth , Salute Da Kidd

I've got a really good story for you, and it's all about me

Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching
Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home?
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching

Here We Go Again, Lake Michigan
Watch a couple niggas float now they're missing friends
Off that good Kush whirlwind mind spin
Round and round we go favorite Cinema was blow
My homey out of sight ain't seen him often
You know my Nigga George laying low down in Boston
Told me 'fore he captured they going to ship him in a coffin
Them waters run deep but he's good he's a dolphin
Sitting back coughing close call almost lost him
Big surprise when the underdog rise
Street Fighter, survivor you can see it all in his eyes
Two steps ahead before he made a move strategize
You know that fly nigga all the chicks fantasize
Goatee white t with a v
Get the liquor I got 'rellos if you fucking with me
From the doors Haze raised off chores
It's in my pores
Hard work grind it out in velours

Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching
Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home?
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching

Yeah, Arsenic when I spit the pen I grip
Let it unfold so it's told most eloquent
I'll let your soul float into heavens grip
Watch the Gold Coast quotes that I invent
I'm tied in
To the family to my Myelin
Meyer Lansky mind-state get the pie and bend
Silver wind crop circles where I descend
Feel the planted blends like a phantom limb
Those I apprehend float in Fisherman's Bend
You Wishing on a Star I got the sun in my lens
Receive a bullet in your hair like a split end
My two nines rolling pairs, Minnesota Twins
Trying to make my wrist colder than the polar winds
Metal hand smack that ass like revolver pins
Vulva's damp urban sprawl hot like lava lamp
Describe a homicide no Olive Branch

Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching
Main man You think shit's sweet 'cause you're home?
The world don't stop I got to keep keep on
Spat no more speech in the phone
Them crackers up there bleaching your Dome, you're reaching