Coming From - Bronze Nazareth, Willie the Kid

You wanna know what was happening

While you were living it up in Mali or Cali or Yahweh whatever it is

There was 15 murders the first week and 21 last week in this Goddamn city

You know decent people are gonna have to work here and live somewhere else

For Christ you are such a bleeding heart Liberal

If I was at the field they’d be back in the war zone

Hawaii

No what this city needs is more police than people

Yeah!

Yo yeah

Witness me making eclipse

Bake pies at red night escaping ma myth

Swore 4 plus 5 oracle bore gift

Plus explore your life show you how the lords spit

Since 79 held the spine order more clips

Worked with los Orvich try to build him a bridge

That shit collapsed with ma back fucking the ribs

Get blasted for looking all grand in front of ma crib

Sit back close your legs drown in the box

Pound up with 2 Glocks, dumb out with the Ox

The fluids out shoot it out till sundown with the cops

No running we the world is mine on a yacht

Soon they probly find me like a body in a lot with blue suites behind me

With the shotty pulled cop

New suites in lobby and we value all flocks

Never recent quotes preaching for that Jack Iglesias

Told Torres like Papi Mase and catching cases but they cold

Employees know the faces who to stretch and who to fold

Get old eat off rap manifest all gold

Plots for more gold and Grey robbers playing dominoes

Got Raul put you in piece caplo waiting at ma home

So sick no pharmacist would enter the room

New York trip PA flab foot

I’m off it playing in salon resting ma wound

Ma talk spit body outlined floating in June

Where am coming from

I don’t really mean you no wrong

I gotta keep moving on

I gotta Let you know where I’m coming from

I don’t really mean you no wrong

I said Um!

I said lagavulin nigga who you fooling

I’m never Jet lagged these dudes is Lorna Doones

The fly i’m in Dubai hitting sand dunes

Or in Japan on the bullet train Cancun

We used to use Cancun to balance off the sofa

Now we don’t touch the steering wheel Rover with the chauffeur

I’m in Muskegon Jet-skiing for the weekend

On the lake shore, told ma niggas make sure this time everything remain genuine

See ma end your windows continuing

Move like a bed wind

Breakfast in bed pop Spades no bentwisch a bad bitch wiska bisque

Yeah!

Despite the madness i’m perfectly insane.

Psycho-telepathic

Telepathy, rooms full of sneakers closets full of Jings

Bring Jackets on the bed fuck it I ain’t sleeping anyway

Jewels by the penny way I’m more than ready

Where am coming from

I don’t really mean you no wrong

I gotta keep moving on

I thought I had to know, where am coming from

I don’t really mean you no wrong

I gotta keep moving on

Coming

Hey please excuse our little brother

Please forgive him