[Bronze Nazareth]
Yo it's the mixtape, acquit rape over the fall of your career
Call it autumn leaves, the scene's severe

Caught in a heap, dig in your skin like a sporting cleat
And pull out meat like a hungry tiger's teeth
Or shark jaw, I'm 'South Paw' we can get out, brawl

Or be peaceful, takes these jewels and teach too
I spring, roll and weave
Ugly dreams while my green schemes more automatic than submachines

Come in Queens on auto tricycling
You over thick homegirl try and cycle in the goer's gym
I'm so grim, I just want an evil __ like the sun hitting skin

Or glass Joe's jaw, reflect like Silvia Browne
Or how I'm spilling your crown if you in ___
The villain clown, murderous circus

Weave through lanes like your girl's horses
My voice is hoarse from choruses
Light up your grill like Christmas porches

Inhale the forest, high as Saturn's rings
My Grey matter stings, scatter ashes and stab kings
Mental East Michigan, only bling is the chrome pistols

Only bring home the gemstones and the mentals
Bent folds over the ambassador
The classic raw rap catalogue

Black talent claw verses from out of churches
My %#@! is gonna be classic, don't pass the purchase
'Thought for Food'