(Bronze feet)verse one
we practice martial arts on rooftops
ancient art forms older then your grand pops
heart stops from fatal finger jabs arteries block
cardic arrest, cranes elegance, toad style armour
bullets delfect, reflect the movement of opponents
a marksman with my sights honed in
and it gives me a new hope
looking threw the lense of a sniper scope
dope like cannibis, dope like herion
the lyrically elite puttin hits on you radio men
lions caged in a den, its will be the death of you
reaching for my pen, buddha before Zen
recommend - ation, recieve commemoration
for my stance in defence of my nation
i was around way before creation
and these illusions of God and who we call Satan
Chrous (J.T.S.)
Lyrically elite putting hits on crabs in streets we lust the beef
Putting contenders under the sea with the coral reefs
J.T.S. and Bronze feet rep the section 9 fleet
Bringing hell on earth to emcee's without mobb deep
Last verse (J.T.S.)
Focus is kept vulture sight i move like flocks of bats at night
Spit with might despite the hate it's a hiatus for haters tonight
The good life changes when your'e surrounded by armed strangers
merciless anger waging war with bangers the unworthy enemy hangers
getting money like major coke slangers Bronze, and specialist
Concrete beds for knuckleheads to rest i'm restless
a living death threat shot after the microphone check
Sting you to death like hornets protecting their nests
Running down vexed vets in the customized lex
Respects never demanded it's given last days of missions
i get inside editions and edit your auditions
Put vocals in audio prisons poetical lines glisten
whipping on the freeway high speed spraying religon
Given curses that became blessings of precision
expertism sizzling friction of convictions
i manage to manhandle the rhythm
giving mc's inner incisons surgical disaster with the tools i dig in
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