Bronze Feet and Friends

[THE MASON]

peace, thanks for checking

[War and Peace]

peace
when the numbers decrease through the lessons we teach
2012 theories and conspiracies of intelligence breach
leach off the weak minded with simple timing
elegance in the moment, when even visuals start vibing
even stone magnetizing, mountains high rising
peaks we start climbing,
to Dante's prophecy, legacy of man remains mystery
history books of stories told unforgiven
legends of violence in blood ink written
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great stuff Bronze!

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

Driven labor given jobs master the odds
come at the sword and shield yield to the chaotic one/
weaponry euphonium make a break take an waken
your final fanatical fantasy has taken
place with me standing over bodies with a mace/
Grey ghost hosted focus attack trap style
making vilest into drugs bugged cha chug
jack back pile drive you in the concrete attack/
smuggling booze in the grave yard section asking where's the sheep
deep in the blue sea open read cha files in seeds when breeding takes shape/
operatic divide minds in MIMES now weeded dread dreaded fed
knowledge up your snooze hollar if you got the cause before the game pauses/

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

us digital swordsmen have to stick together

[Mantra]

great buisness-minded like Staples break through elevation is constant
maximum damage and carnage as the scroll was written on the mountain
those who watched bowed as the dying man was given water from the fountain
of youth what was thrown coudn't be caught
the soul coudn't be bought the tactics couldn't be taught
i'm noble without a prize of peace this is subliminal art
blood connected thug protected insured and invested
east risen west rested the teacher was tested
and passed with flying colors backed by 8 rhyming brothers
scorch the beat with Arizona heat hidden beneath my seat
waters run deep so wear your scuba suit while you sleep

[War and Peace]

take you back to when times were simpler
configure the scriptures, scribbled on pillars
we all quite similar, the reala, i be droppin language lessons
bronze locks in linguistic dimensions
twisted up like blunt endins, space time bendin

-I'm textless right now B

[THE MASON]

dope verse JTS and Sheep, plus peace to WnP

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

good shit yall S9 keep killin it

[THE MASON]

for a new track im writing

verse 1

when i get writers block, im just throwin up a defense
meaning, i drop back till cats get some sense
i know it aint common, so why should i act impressed
always with the multi syllable attempts, but you lackin the breathe
take control, realize you aint in the pocket, you deep in the hole
there he go, jumpin out like jack rabbits,
listen for the applause, and only catch static
coulda made it, you had it, what happened duke?
oh you backstabbed it
its tragic when brothers turn snake, fakin and actin
from handshakes, smokin and laughin
to headaches, poppin off and attackin
dont pay me lip service, pay respects, or keep on walkin

[THE MASON]

do you recognize my technique?
the 5 element instrument, finger jab earths sediment
all you jibber jabber is irrelevant, adjust the content
juveniles need parental consent, just to cope an article
when they listen, separate the head from hair folicles
compound the actuals, living off another man capitals
adaptable to any situation, still dwellin in the basement
caging my statement in the gold fleece of jasons blanket
argonauts to astronauts, we travelled from the same spot
masters of the same plot, planters of the same pot... not
we all end up dead or on top,chained in the same locks
key masters who never gwon' stop,
stayin bummy with the dirty socks

[THE MASON]

intrigued by the desolation, one more chance for evacuation
levatation from leviathan, lifted on one wing, im in the sky again
drifted unlimited firing pins hammer shell casings, despardos facin
back to back, sneak attack from a masonic lumberjack
throw a tomahawk battle axe, and separate truth from the fact
stacked against all odds, shadowed figures move in dark fogs
we all gods, we all pawns, we all kings, but the castles are gone
move on, snake like tron, beheaded in the grass
blunted with no brakes, bronze feet on the gas, at last
fumagated intoxication beware of the desolate location
masked mavericks robbin train stations, plus anyone adjacent
bound and confound to an bunker like basement
faced with, charges of murderous employment
bankin off the federal coin mint, hit the reserves
swerve and knock over fort knox, gold bricks in the pot
3 way split was never part of the plot, last stop
final destination, 1 walks, 2 need brain replacements

[War and Peace]

fumagated intoxication beware of the desolate location
masked mavericks robbin train stations, plus anyone adjacent


tight verse! - reminded me of that Bronze Nazareth Thought for Food album cover for some reason

[THE MASON]

oh shit, i didnt even think of that lol but i can see how

imma spit this verse soon too over a real dope beat that fits that verse perfect

thanks for check O

[THE MASON]

aiyo
swing to left, swing to the right
watch as i spit and take you outta sight
take you on a flight, trip off the words that i write
scribbled out at night with demons delight
strike the bells at the hour of midnight
at mid life, crisis like mastercard we priceless
moments cherished seen when you lifeless
dont tempt me just to spite this
attempt my melody, but you fallen to a likeness
a rhymefest driven by the powers in my ciphers
lyricism snipers, hunters in the grass
grasp mics, inject venom through fangs like vipers
project hyper beam vocals through ya melon
force the white flag of surrenderin
news report quotes "We Will Remember Him"
lost and found but you never seen again

swing to the left, swing to the right
watch as i spit and take you outta sight
take you on a flight, trip off the words that i write

let me open up ya shakras just to shock ya
shock n awe tactics, poetic pullin backflips
take a strong sip of the absynthe, go absent
never minded, eject the tape...and rewind it
set it back in place, press play to re time it
grab ya headphones, smoke a bone, zone
and let ya self go, this a throwback
from cali to the northern path, we hold a pact
hip hop to the death and thats a fact
mortal combat ciphers are the aftermath
after that, my colloseum was a blood bath
exit with an angry laugh, followed by a poltergeist
a ronin opponent who had lost his life
well thats trife, shoulda never given me the mic

swing to the left, swing to the right
watch as i spit and take you outta sight
take you on a flight, trip off the words that i write

[Mantra]

[QUOTE=Bronze Feet;1976673]aiyo
scribbled out at night with demons delight
strike the bells at the hour of midnight
at mid life, crisis like mastercard we priceless
moments cherished seen when you lifeless
dont tempt me just to spite this
attempt my melody, but you fallen to a likeness
a rhymefest driven by the powers in my ciphers
lyricism snipers, hunters in the grass
grasp mics, inject venom through fangs like vipers
project hyper beam vocals through ya melon
force the white flag of surrenderin
news report quotes "We Will Remember Him"
lost and found but you never seen again



let me open up ya shakras just to shock ya
shock n awe tactics, poetic pullin backflips
take a strong sip of the absynthe, go absent
never minded, eject the tape...and rewind it
set it back in place, press play to re time it
mortal combat ciphers are the aftermath

nastiness my dude you doing your thing!!