The Road (feat. Masta Killa & Inspectah Deck)
Bronze Nazareth
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Black male, jail cell, same hell, murderous prospects Drain ale, same pale, buck shots, reign hail Same meal, stepping like robot, pain kill Shrill scream from silk screen to nine mill Plus my will, cook a meal like rosewoods I'm coming for them gold goods, persistent like dope head My briscket toasted, roping fine hoes, acid for flat bread Salicic, catch a casket drifting Unbutton hostlers Embroidered clips in Chicago Bear cough, clip ya to snare off Pick six to carry off his coffin While I'm lofting pterodactyl off white widow endorsement Back to the ward street lawn, heaters and more shit My literary literally drown your war ship Send a shell non terrapin style to the corporate First forty eight hours he's never seen, no force could measure me The hunts off when he endorse my treasury Yellow apparition, smell of kush and incense I dwell on fences where the Air Force is scared of going off course Burn you after murder spree then I off the witness Double dutch and I don't mean the ropes, I'm off the benches Coughing endless, cumulous blends off a genius intention Bring the ninja henchmen Spent shells on ya lawn, it was expensive Now there's one thing I should mention Massive pounds of pressure Nothing can hold me, watch as I levitate gravity None could match me, cave chest cavity Basic mathematical flow, like the mac spray Monumental word play, carefully construct the measurements When you weigh it up, refine it to it's highest science A spill of carbon, one gun shot of diesel A microphone touch ignition, planet eruption Underworld corruption, don't trust him it's sadly to say You might have to bust him one day, I thought I told you Broad day bullets over Broadway for more pay Verbal assault, leave bitches wet more then foreplay All day, this is routine, not a facade No mirage, no regard, no HBO Entourage Bloodsport, caught with the force, Star Wars, Skywalker Offin' your boss, tossin' your broad And there's no shells, left in the drawer, spent them in war Nobodies leaving til we settle the score Chose the high road, never look down, like if my eyes closed Mine flows, trying to get mine, before the time goes Ayatollah mind controller, free of the blindfolds Survive where 50s, 47s, and nines blow Big don, boss underdog from the rip bomb Click strong, Melo with the handle like the Knicks on Clips drawn, ducking the blues, choose a fit form Big arms, lay down your king, only six pawns
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Written by: Elgin Turner, Jason Hunter, Justin Cross
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