The Bronzeman 2

[Intro: Sample, Raekwon, Bronze Nazareth] They’ll never stop listening to me (yo, what up, nigga?) They can’t tune me out (what up, nigga?) They’re drawn to me (yeah, you gotta turn that shit up, nigga) Drawn like moths to a flame (this shit is serious) (Keep it always official, man) (Add on comfortably and shit) I say the things they wish they could say (make sure everything is real for real) These ineffective jackals, stay up all night long (so I told 'em this one's bloody too) To hear me speak their minds! (this bloody too, this one's bloody too) They can’t tune me out (tell 'em, this one bloody too, this one bloody too) They can’t tune me out! (this one's bloody too, Bronzeman 2) (Uh, this one's bloody too, Bronzeman 2) They’ll always be there (yeah, serious nigga, official shit) [Verse 1: Canibus] Your aspirations are exaggerated Your lack of patience is written all over your face, that’s why you can’t make it Listen with your mind, explore with your spirit If you can’t stop time, you gotta purchase more minutes Reliable power rap recycles steam like nuclear tower stacks I could rhyme for an hour on a track Intoxicated, making obnoxious statements About top-rated emcees who somehow got jaded The revolution is not an event, it’s a process Passed down from Griff to Canibus to the Bronzeman (Nazareth) Canibus, me and the tribal chief riding And after you do the knowledge you can sit right beside us ('cause all I need) It’s not about money, it’s about interdisciplinary studies That’s why sometimes things get ugly Dressing all bummy, fingernails black like I’ve been hunting I brought food home for my little munchkins Cough it all up like a pumpkin, subwoofer bumping Cars ride by with the booming systems What, man? Your sense of humor sucks, Dad Hip-hop should give up, man 'Cause no rapper can out-rap the Canibus man And the whole planet knows it, catalogue spans from the land to the ocean Billy Ocean in the passenger seat, smoking Heart broke 'cause his hero hosted a show but nobody noticed I’m having difficulty describing how I wrote it Open mic, but not one open mind onsite So I’mma fall back and pass Nazareth the mic [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah yo, I’m like the Unabomber Consuming a novel by the Dalai Llama Artists pray I stay underground like a departed miner Skated Satan’s fire, my marrow is ganja There goes the dope supplier, ound of the opiate audio fire Carved outta the hottest sonatas I’mma fujiyama mind sauna, oblongata on the pine lager ('cause all I need) Yacht too, bird’s-eye view straight out the parlor Count the commas in my bank account, chasin’ nirvana Tasting long burn white owls, my tails like iguanas Pet llamas, should I let ‘em out and chalk trace an artist? ('cause all I need) Pardon, I’m shoutin', "More relish!" I’m straight off the Terrace Route a shell non terrapin style to the sheriff My bride’s hair glow in the wind, eyes glarin’ I brutalized air when I turn ‘em to urn wearing Burnin' ferns off camera With golden goat strands of potent stanzas I rain hail, snow avalanches I got big plans, semi with hemi rig plans For enough land to grow and expand my own cess plants My hands shine like diamond lakes and gold lamps High chance of hailstorm, black or bright sundance Still advance my pawn 'til you layin' by seaside My family throw bullets like Archie, Peyton, and Eli I’m a zebra mixed with edema, Hiroshima and street lights Dining at beehives, I’m a knight in shining Levis Skin sound like knives chippin' at thick glass Sniffin’ tear gas, rollin' mack truck 'rellos in class The teacher looked at me, said if I pass, I pass Splash tangerine spark drafts on black casket maps Run laps around murder scenes and never leave tracks [Bridge: Bronze Nazareth] Ayo, murder with a flask Toast and kill ‘em with the draft Nervous villain laugh Fittin' in body cast for class Sittin' on a throne of glass Spinnin' microphones to ash My cyclones is brass When I spit ‘em, it’s closed casket Plates shift, new face lift Bronzeman 2, can you taste it? (Taste it, taste it, taste it) [Outro: Raekwon] That's swingin' swords, nigga It’s back to that sword shit Special techniques, special effects ('cause all I need) Y’all know what time it is, for real Word up