Avalon - Roc Marciano, Willie the Kid, Bronze Nazareth

A fallen soldier in Avalon

The hidden meaning

Trained in the shadow pawn

Waist deep, baptized in a shallow pond

Upon the chariot, chop it like shallots

Could have said salad, the bullet and the ballot

My chick bad laid black swan, grip a challice

Full of fine wine, full flavored

Layered in tradition, values, customs

Must grow apart and let the world grow accustomed

Let him think he won, see the truth it might crush him

Flustered, I plant seeds, let the wings grow

Trying to sand down my horns, I hand down a warm welcome

A heaping helping

Feast with my niggas belching

Two bitches from Belgium we never heard of

Belgian waffles you awfully mistaken

Lawfully unwedded to this paper that I’m making

Banking, I’m brave enough to be creative

But I acclimate like a native

Trying to blend in with the cadence

Abide by the rules, fuck the latest

Trend, I just came for the accolades

Spend more time on important shit

Self improvement, this money sorting shit

Crowned prince, nigga

This shit’s beautiful my nigga

Well said

Let’s get back into it and get lost, motherfucker

Straight up

Get it fucked up, nigga

The watch is swiss, the rhymes, these are hieroglyphs

Glide from a cliff

It’s rare I fire and miss

I usually hit the bull’s iris

One shot, kill out the six-fifty hybrid

Sex magic, Inspector Gadget jacket

Snatch cabbage out the cabinet

It’s orgasmic

A soft fabric rabbit

Assault weapon, a course lesson

Court in session, my aura’s florescent;

orange

My origin is gorgeous

Whores around the sun orbit

Fellatio with fallen angels

The angles tell you put the hit on dangles

Got the game in a strangle, my three chains get tangled

Break bread at the table

Break down a quaalude, break it up

Wooden jewelry niggas fronting

You’re not conscious

Where I reside is at the top of the compass (North)

Vocally, I hit different nuances

You talking nonsense

Chant the incantation like a witch doctor

My bloodline’s brown like a mudslide

My corpse turn to butterflies

Family man, slash pimp, live double lives

These are troubling times, nigga