Текст песни Bronze Nazareth f Dots - Blowgun (Remix)
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[sample]These men are usually from low to middle class backgroundsThese men are usually intelligentMost experienced at killing trialsTypically, they wage the war on instinct[Intro: Dots *overlaps sample*]Yo yo yo yo yo yo it`s ya man DotsThe Descendent Of The Sunwith my man B Nazty, rippin` the BlowgunNahmean? We about to experiment with y`all niggazStrengthen ya minds a bit, nahmean?Want y`all niggaz to hold tightStrap on y`all seatbelts[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: Dots]Aiyo, Bronze got the BlowgunBlow one, flow holes in tonImpact cracks ya ass sonAccess Bronze through the thoughts of the weapon bitchPoison ya mind, lab contaminated through messages[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][Outro: Dots]Y`all niggaz better throw on ya raincoats and shitNahmean? We `bout to prosperWe `bout to reign like kingdoms, yanahmean?We `bout to rain like storm cloudsY`all niggaz had better put y`all swords downYanahmean? Get ready for the comin`It`s ya man Dots, with Bronze Nazareth/B NaztyYanahmean? 3 strikes, I`m out, one[sample]Many Americans when they think of a killerthey will think of a classy eyed uniformA monster, someone who acts that way will carry it outAnd yet the typical killer is extraordinarily ordinary