Phillie - Rare Breed lyrics

[Phillie] Yeah, let's get real acquainted, flows hard as the pavement Far as basic, my aim in the game's, through complication Food for thought tast it, ain't it amazing? God MC, whose hard as me, rumble real looks, in the mob like me Get stuck by Timb boots, on the robbing spree Keep thinking ya'll me, tough as teflon I won't bleed, squeeze til I'm empty My enemies resent me, since peep it A player's potential, playing my p**y while they sleeping Prepare for the worse, or a hearse, do it or cremate it However you gon' take it, stand a chance of leaving here naked Where I was raised in, new k**ers who made the sacrifice Died trying, to show the n***a, how to cherish life Walk around at night, packing a pistol Cuz n***as get got for doing this sh** I meant to I got rap sk**s, I'm spitting what I've been through Clear as crystal, in Detroit, we get physical One dimensional, gully, gutter or gangsta On every block, some spots, somebody selling weed or rocks Caught on the wrong side, weave them shots Cuz they coming from all directions, breathe & stop Tucked and roll, turn around, bust ya clone And that's all to walk home, in my city, fo' sho Learn how to shoot, at a early age, be a drug dealer Make skrilla, cuz time's real, relate to some n***as [Bronze Nazareth] I remember gear for days, shift with them grimey ways Words to the pope's robe, if I ain't ate that day Became vegetarian, only inhale vegetation No hesitation, when the crowd elope, pellets came in I walk with Abraham, through the ghettos and slums My mentals is numb, my pencils held for the glaciers The way words work is circling through ya third eye My rhymes bird eye, could see the snakes in their turf line My search burn minds, with walking through desert eyes Only to find the streets run as long as the Nile Be stronger, how? We can never move all this concrete Til blind streets, lead us to God's bronze feet We'll be tusslin' on corners, musclin' on us Cussin' our foreigners, mourners cry, watching funeral workers Word to Thelma from Good Times, my mind's a rhyme library The size of a high rise *instrumental* [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, I'm a rare breed, you won't dare scheeme I blow a hole through ya speakers, and watch ya snares bleed I spot and stare at fiends til they capillaries clean Rhyme on the top of ferris wheels, until the beams lean I set up street dreams, so do they nightmares Bet on ice stares, so drag it that they dice pairs With angus beef lands after hands are slaughtered War street marauders, selling hearts after life's harbors Through here a high water, low town's of heaven's gates Escape like seven freight trains, holding on the weight Like anaconda snake, a man who taunt the snakes Circle you fakes, get stomped in the surgery gates Ghetto's my toothpick, I spit hand-to-hell scenes My thought for food stay warm like hand held machines With simple precision, I paint steel for the living Bare with the villains, dope fiends and the victims