this isn't gonna be a real breakdown cuz i'm unsure of alotta shit in this verse from Bronze..it's deeply esoteric but also his vocals are a little low so I can't decypher some of the words..
so i'm basically throwin this up there so Bronze can clear some shit up at some point..
this is a feature he did on a song with a cat named M9..B's verse begins at about 2:45
Pop schemes for knot clings, my name ring bells
shot scenes thru my lens ring, the rails (?) was held (?)
i could be way off but i think "knot clings" might be clothes..
Plans will swell like the wisdom teeth, my queen make bail
back at piano classics, elite street bastard
Gunmen they killed my cousin, flee the scene, clear Mount Hades
air out waves, three fiends grumblin', no stain on pant legs
Man be endangered species, plans damaging teams dreams
Sip the purple straight from the ????, ??? the homicide rate
fame chase like vodka, improper lane change
Son of a Thomas Jefferson slave down in V.A.
clips of madness, poison sips, spliffs, and sad riffs
I built this booth out my pain where dark is massive,
^^i like this last line...seems to be sayin he built the booth outta the money he made from his music (his 'pain') but it's also saying the darkness of his pain is "massive" meaning not only is it large but it's thick like matter (dark matter) so he crafted the booth with solid bricks of darkness...that Black Day in July shit..
caskets lined with tragic newspaper clippins
Words burn in the mind like it was branded on the temples
crackheads, pissy mattress, syringes re-invent you
I'm programmed to survive against all odds,
by any means if that means pennies from fiends
Never sleep even in the field of dreams
squealin' teams get the ceiling beams
^blasted in the face with a 2-by-4?
lay in ground parallel for C.S.I. teams
elders shake they heads lookin at the rushin bloodstreams..
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