k**a Sin - The Bronzeman lyrics

[Bronze Nazareth] Yo, yo, f** a diamond, I used to only hit a pitch off one On home plates, we ball of the base, hit it and run Body heavy metal, bet I only travel on frowning horses Inhale the forest, fled the house of a thousand corpses Housing my name in your mouth, will get you John Booth'ed I let myself out of my jail, cuz I'm the truth Eyes shimmer like brivers, and broken bottles of Smirnoff Succession's a sound splash from windows, spilling off Stealing bars from a logo, cough d**h on mocus scars Skin clicks like 18 Bronzemen in the halls The seeds of my cold blood, travel through deep veins Grew up with no hands, arms, a spike, ball & chain The hills have eyes, they saw me escape the hive Keep my blowgun, shirt or your back, until you die Lord squirt cyanide, crack open a winter sky For cash, I need a ski mask and a Rambo knife Hydro clouds, looks out, watch the city rumble From a million hunger pains, and those bees that bumble I'm filled with screams that I can never let slip They say a poet & madman, we all have a bit And f** ya videos, I only watch channels, not the mainstream My sheet holds cannisters and manuals of daydreams Brita water, filter slaughter, chop the broccoli sloppy My habit's insane performing an audio-topsy Cotton grown, testosterone, got Glocks for bones Drink a jar of H20, think harsh darts and throw Maybe blow, poison tips, razor tits Sour as lemon sticks, my fetish is wet p**y With splatter patterns, I'm dark like Rouge Park murders on the camera lanterns Sharp as a thorn on a rose from your ex-wife Sly as a sleuth with a slipknot on your windpipe Lick mic stands, I got a weather 'vay, mind bend Laugh is like rubies and dances on the vile winds I live probably like a Mothman prophecy Format like winery, Eliat, be my odyssey We puff crims, and then drink marble from lead pipes Run from daylight like Payton from jakes on grey nights When the blocks hot, I stand with my heart frozen Clap like a thousand books closing And pop loud as a thousand rosaries broken Won't go in, in the silver clouds of Sativa Word to Solomon, love Shiva down to her amoeba [k**a Sin] Yo, yo, who in the world could spit it like me Unlikely, sheisty for that mic piece My Clan deep, no white sheets, wife beaters & Nike sneaks Skeetin' divas who treat us like, Black Jesus and feed us To Haitian cleavage, with features that Keep 'em beating they peter's, we terror predator veterans Trend setters who better when, under pressure Cuz better lines, prime timers like Letterman Get ya shine in a second, yeah, I'mma cop, when I let us in Say you sick with the rhymes, well then I'mma vomit the medicine Bomb atomically, gack over beats like Impeach the President Save the beef for you freaks, it ain't nothing sweet, and they never been If you keep it at peace, it won't have to level your residence Better to chill, n***a, take a breather, let us settle in Need the speed of the cheetah, with feet as a big as an elephants Ammo like John Rambo, to stand a chance on my element Handle hammers with elegance, damage the camera's evidence Ammo that dismantle limbs, where you stand is irrelevant