Текст (слова) песни: Bronze Nazareth - Blowgun

 
{*sounds of kung fu fighting*} 
 
 "Hold it! Your swordwork is really advanced!" 
 
[Intro: Bronze Nazareth] 
Yo it be the Bronze man back in this shit 
Yo some of y`all niggaz might know me as The Entity 
But either way I don`t want niggaz on the walls to this shit 
Niggaz better get the fuck up in this shit right here 
Yo I`ma show y`all motherfuckers how to damage shit man 
Yo we know how to break shit 
 
[Bronze Nazareth] 
In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the gift 
Mics full, spread the gospel like Mae Ford Smith 
Centuries will speak of deeds of the goblin`s fist 
who hobbled swift, and slid off like toboggans on candlesticks 
Bronze, offer the lotus, truncate MCs at the wrist 
Steal their hands and preserve `em in case I get arthritis 
Bite this, you won`t exist as if Mary had an abortion 
Death grip, push the sword in, your writing hand`s foreskin 
Your hymen phalanges, nigga mine write rigormortis 
Germinated outside, but in the hood like the clitoris 
This is, sound tones with a chrome javelin thrown through the clavicle bone 
Causin` the tetanus syndrome, thin chrome vocal cords 
Knock hurricanes off course golf club swing force 
Sound like the cling of my swords! {*Cling noise*} 
Bio-kinetic menace, cryogenic defenseless entrance 
Digest 7 volumes of Guinness finish the witness 
This strength caused California`s deadly shifting plates 
New York`s blizzards, Florida`s hurricanes, and Michigan`s lakes 
 
[Chrous x2: Bronze Nazareth] 
Aiyo, Bronze got the Blowgun 
Blow one, echo through the stadium 
Fatal Spartan, graze one 
Bullet lung, darts poison tip 
Rip off the tongue 
Even killing the radius, of Achilles calcaneous 
 
[Bronze Nazareth] 
Abominable, throw blades through the abdominal 
Dope laced in audio, lyric cylindrical 
Bushido style, vessels blow, mic-phone crack the flight zone 
Rule`s Gun, verbal Atilla Hun, shatter ear bone 
Poison pen, even rip the ven 
Lingual oxygen, paint pictures like a modern day Arnold Bocklin 
Fireball, legend of the fall, eat with Apostle Paul 
Hear behemoths call, peace to demons in the negro halls 
Eat off the table of elements, I circumvent 
Throw on the chrome vest, slap Merlin, steal the amulet 
Fencing with a dragon head sword, sharp as treble clefs 
Babies steal cat`s breath, I banged lady Macbeth 
Then sat in Gla-mis writing next to carved monoliths 
A novelist, scientific, horrific, mystic, chauvenistic 
48th Ronin caught clonin` an omen infant 
Electric esophagus, kiss the moon, wave to Artemis 
Gather bricks, write sick scripts in my abode 
Rock King Arthur`s robe at the table of segmented globe 
 
[Chorus x2]
 

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