Текст песни Ducks - Bronze Nazareth

My air like a Cabrera clutch, prepare to send a prayer up
'Cause even mother Mary say I'm rare as fuck
Robe of Jesus, morning amnesia, higher than a pair of ducks
Southbound hollows, what follows he staring up
Paradox marinate glaring glocks in emerald thoughts
Crept off a different cloth, graduated hoodlum
Police railroad the boy they call Saul Goodman
Hit man for pension, but I call off often
If you sleep on me, I hope it's in a walled off coffin
Bronze'll have you Bernie Lomax, skull bobbling
Hemoglobin, We Usually Take All Niggas Garments
The bar bitch, the kitchen sink, the sour out the compartments
You and your squadron straight ass, one square of Charmin
I dart sling with megahertz still dodging these charges
Detroit die-cast metal fast out the large whips
Drowning hardships in the seas of yours conscious
Got evidence to back it up, so you can check the sponsors
The rap conductor, this my house you just a butler
The ill spit'll split a Dutch, cutlery for butter
Space heater face mugger, trace chalk over under
Body found after sun up, call him sunny side up
Tobacco mummified blunts, Hazmat suit classics, butterfly cuts
Elaborate my apparatus, colorized thoughts, fuck

Who got better rhymes?
Catch a nigga on them dimes
Floatin' out, often on them vines
Who got better verses?
Verbal assault on Beretta churches
Who got better rhymes?
Catch a nigga on them dimes
Floatin' out, often on them vines
Who got better verses?
Verbal assault worth Mayweather purses

Ayo Gargle firewater, lime toast, hail him
Pole vault ya coffin, poached egg a.m
Best man doin' it at bay with the mayhem
Flambé my way in, may God slay him if underrated at weigh in
Carry the SK in my office
Where I creep you feel awkward
Your pen leaks but All MCs ain't authors
Behind in the race, I ain't got Time Warner
I'm on a peace run but bet I fleece one
Pencil lead ripped through his brain, each teach one
Cough up a lung, let the beast run
I mean a stampede
I beat the clam clean resting on a throne of rings
Diamond donuts you rollin' with the honorees
Wiseman writin' verses in ESP
They won't catch it til my hearse, diety
Fresh Polo nightmare, night scope might stare
Blight warfare, I'm alone in the mirror
Ace shot clear ya make a gray sky clearer
Face grace right near ya, spaced traits might scare ya
Space ghost, moon rock clouds on an air bus

Who got better rhymes?
Catch a nigga on them dimes
Floatin' out, often on them vines
Who got better verses?
Verbal assault on Beretta churches
Who got better rhymes?
Catch a nigga on them dimes
Floatin' out, often on them vines
Who got better verses?
Verbal assault worth Mayweather purses