McKinley Shot Burst - Bronze Nazareth

Yeah, Thought for Food volume two, Get it nigga, Get it

Yall know what to do man, Get it, Get it man, Get it

Yeah, I’m out here man, I had to go back in the cave with it

Go back then, Yeah, Bout to take it back in the jungle on em nigga

You know who it is, Yeah you know who it is, Know what it is

Yo, Street leuitent, Never get caught like Joe Bennett

Near the project with no science book in it

I spoke in hymns, Soul soaking in grim

Meteor showers from nine month double pimp

Clark Davidson, Microphone berretic exotic blend

Appearing outta wind, Drink worms in my gin

Spin gats like synapse, Collapse and get bitch slapped

I’m that Fever Pitch rap, Free to slit hats

Slam graves on top of mismatched filling dark holes

Blow rockets and rifles, Mind went sightful

Use bourbon when I’m serve’n sniper shots off the Eiffel

Charles Whitman pipe flow, Continue violent cycles

Scripts from Glasgow, Hassle like white wolves

Bodies on the rafter every time the mic blows

Engineers disappear only their storie’s on the white news

Ghetto candid cam so the sidewalk’s slight bruised

My mind off too, Cloverfield high mountain view

Roaming in twos, Goons with scopes in our shoes

You never saw bullets float like smoke from shrooms

Re-open still open wounds

Hope’n I choke em with opium laced news

Flash through, Skulls crushed like cashews

One blast from the slug cause cash rules

Habitual offender, Exodus lateral

Escape jail with thirty days, Be careful plan patterning

Alley gunman, Dungeon blue print plan running

Schemes to eliminate teams by the dozens

Time Square with a boxing ring, Shots busting

Tare at the rocks watch me bury bodies underneath production

106 and Playground emcee abduction

Direct Effect a sudden death you know who get the rock first

McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse

Thought for Food volume two, Salute motherfucker

Naaaz-areth, I tooold yall

Lute shoot to kill fuck losing a limb

Got a problem with Bronze you got a problem with him

Play the night like the owl, Stomach raw from the growl

Appetite still destruction, Dumping is nothing

Fuck your life, I snatch your corpse spit on your casket

Keep the tool box in use, Loose screws with the ratchet

Judge Hatchet, Niggas get sentences to maximum

For the jury, I’ll plead only facts on the track

Balance bricks on my back, Put the Jets on the map

When I ride stay high, Forty cal on my lap

Screaming, Peeping niggas Living Color like Keenan

I explode on the track fuck trying to get even

Killing season, Only rhyme noun for a reason

Duct tape niggas up til they no longer breathing

Ghetto heathen, Breezing through a field of dreams

Black Day, Only light be the vision in beams

Ferocious, Call me scoliosis damage your spleen

Leave you bent over, Four fingers up to the soldier

As I awake to the aroma in the morning like Folgers

Bring harm with this Desert in the present I’m danger

Real familiar with this shit nigga far from a stranger

It’s the late night street life keeping me hype

Like a fiend for a fix I start with the pipe

Yo I’m everything you not son we nothing alike

Medulla splitter, Goddamn right I deliver

Underground dictator like the late great Hitler

Live harshest, Focusing only on target

Move heartless, Fuck how you feel regardless

I’m the hardest, One fifty-one with the liquor

Throw it back on the daily just to tickle the liver

Direct Effect a sudden death you know who get the rock first

McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse