Текст (слова) песни: Bronze Nazareth f Dots - Blowgun (Remix)

 
[sample] 
These men are usually from low to middle class backgrounds 
These men are usually intelligent 
Most experienced at killing trials 
Typically, they wage the war on instinct 
 
[Intro: Dots *overlaps sample*] 
Yo yo yo yo yo yo it`s ya man Dots 
The Descendent Of The Sun 
with my man B Nazty, rippin` the Blowgun 
Nahmean? We about to experiment with y`all niggaz 
Strengthen ya minds a bit, nahmean? 
Want y`all niggaz to hold tight 
Strap on y`all seatbelts 
 
[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: Dots] 
Aiyo, Bronze got the Blowgun 
Blow one, flow holes in ton 
Impact cracks ya ass son 
Access Bronze through the thoughts of the weapon bitch 
Poison ya mind, lab contaminated through messages 
 
[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] 
 
[Outro: Dots] 
Y`all niggaz better throw on ya raincoats and shit 
Nahmean? We `bout to prosper 
We `bout to reign like kingdoms, yanahmean? 
We `bout to rain like storm clouds 
Y`all niggaz had better put y`all swords down 
Yanahmean? Get ready for the comin` 
It`s ya man Dots, with Bronze Nazareth/B Nazty 
Yanahmean? 3 strikes, I`m out, one 
 
[sample] 
Many Americans when they think of a killer 
they will think of a classy eyed uniform 
A monster, someone who acts that way will carry it out 
And yet the typical killer is extraordinarily ordinary
 

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