Bronze Nazareth - The Throne lyrics

[60 Second Assa**in] Hold fast for the gas, cuz the flames set that a** My thought, the sh** in the clip, pull trig shoot Lift, set it, while I raise that a** like dianetics Heretic hit the clip of the magnetic, gift Plus I flows with the tongue swift So as the razor sharp, it slits your jugular Now who's next in line to try to snuff her I'm like way from under the gutter Belows the pits I smother, it's too much turkey on the under Vasion, body snatcha in your chapter Rapture, watch them catch falls like Niagara Bury so deep that when you peep you see Alaska So save it, the chatter, while climbing Assa**in's ladder I'd rather you rubbish, your graveyard fulled with buzzes Parade with raven, mind you stuck in a bird eye's view And when I chop until you dead meat for the stew, stew [Chorus: 60 Second Assa**in] I'll take if he come Walking away, how could you ever hear the call Smiling faces always show favorites But the rehab to the whole step is for the world to have patience [Hook: 60 Second Assa**in (Planet Asia)] If he comes... Walking away... away... (60...) [Planet Asia] Peep the rhyme wizardry, divine chemistry with silent prophecy Too complex for you to copy me Black belt, I spit acid til the track melts Knowledge is born, every time a fact's dealt Non-descrip MC's report to the altar So I can decide, which one of ya'll to take a heart from I spit with an infinite dart gun I'm serious, the microphone, ya'll n***as should part from sh**, you won't start none, it won't be none Act like you know the man when it's on I pick off targets just like soda cans From C.A. to B.K. be the masked man Super ninja, Medallions, 60 Second Assa**in [Hook] [60 Second Assa**in] Now there goes the groove, so you know we don't fake it They wanna bust our nuts on them girls getting naked Mutilating the set, single phase, say it loud I can jump in the audience, and cold k** a crowd Sounds are heard and voice a dead opinion I'm the reason I loves it, remain from the druggest I get your a** wired, open, control your substance I get into your blood like d**, but that sh** is under the rug I bees like zzzz at your a** and your bug Captive, stop it, short, from the tactics Relax, kid, shatter your whole breathing apparatus Fact is, you can never catch me on the track skip Smother your thoughts like gravy, wanna catch kid Now bring it on back under the rug, now, blow cuz with style Promise to tear it at your coat now Let's take a trip, travel through the mind of the next week Or fire melts the rolled technique [Chorus]