Текст песни Bronze Nazareth - Blowgun CD-5
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{*sounds of kung fu fighting*} "Hold it! Your swordwork is really advanced!"[Intro: Bronze Nazareth]Yo it be the Bronze man back in this shitYo some of y`all niggaz might know me as The EntityBut either way I don`t want niggaz on the walls to this shitNiggaz better get the fuck up in this shit right hereYo I`ma show y`all motherfuckers how to damage shit manYo we know how to break shit[Bronze Nazareth]In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the giftMics full, spread the gospel like Mae Ford SmithCenturies will speak of deeds of the goblin`s fistwho hobbled swift, and slid off like toboggans on candlesticksBronze, offer the lotus, truncate MCs at the wristSteal their hands and preserve `em in case I get arthritisBite this, you won`t exist as if Mary had an abortionDeath grip, push the sword in, your writing hand`s foreskinYour hymen phalanges, nigga mine write rigormortisGerminated outside, but in the hood like the clitorisThis is, sound tones with a chrome javelin thrown through the clavicle boneCausin` the tetanus syndrome, thin chrome vocal cordsKnock hurricanes off course golf club swing forceSound like the cling of my swords! {*Cling noise*}Bio-kinetic menace, cryogenic defenseless entranceDigest 7 volumes of Guinness finish the witnessThis strength caused California`s deadly shifting platesNew York`s blizzards, Florida`s hurricanes, and Michigan`s lakes[Chrous x2: Bronze Nazareth]Aiyo, Bronze got the BlowgunBlow one, echo through the stadiumFatal Spartan, graze oneBullet lung, darts poison tipRip off the tongueEven killing the radius, of Achilles calcaneous[Bronze Nazareth]Abominable, throw blades through the abdominalDope laced in audio, lyric cylindricalBushido style, vessels blow, mic-phone crack the flight zoneRule`s Gun, verbal Atilla Hun, shatter ear bonePoison pen, even rip the venLingual oxygen, paint pictures like a modern day Arnold BocklinFireball, legend of the fall, eat with Apostle PaulHear behemoths call, peace to demons in the negro hallsEat off the table of elements, I circumventThrow on the chrome vest, slap Merlin, steal the amuletFencing with a dragon head sword, sharp as treble clefsBabies steal cat`s breath, I banged lady MacbethThen sat in Gla-mis writing next to carved monolithsA novelist, scientific, horrific, mystic, chauvenistic48th Ronin caught clonin` an omen infantElectric esophagus, kiss the moon, wave to ArtemisGather bricks, write sick scripts in my abodeRock King Arthur`s robe at the table of segmented globe[Chorus x2]