Bronze Nazareth Blowgun Lyrics

Blowgun Lyrics

{*sounds of kung fu fighting*







"Hold it! Your swordwork is really advanced!"







[Intro: Bronze Nazareth]



Yo it be the Bronze man back in this shit



Yo some of y'all niggaz might know me as The Entity



But either way I don't want niggaz on the walls to this shit



Niggaz better get the fuck up in this shit right here



Yo I'ma show y'all motherfuckers how to damage shit man



Yo we know how to break shit







[Bronze Nazareth]



In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the gift



Mics full, spread the gospel like Mae Ford Smith



Centuries will speak of deeds of the goblin's fist



who hobbled swift, and slid off like toboggans on candlesticks



Bronze, offer the lotus, truncate MCs at the wrist



Steal their hands and preserve 'em in case I get arthritis



Bite this, you won't exist as if Mary had an abortion



Death grip, push the sword in, your writing hand's foreskin



Your hymen phalanges, nigga mine write rigormortis



Germinated outside, but in the hood like the clitoris



This is, sound tones with a chrome javelin thrown through the clavicle bone



Causin' the tetanus syndrome, thin chrome vocal cords



Knock hurricanes off course golf club swing force



Sound like the cling of my swords! {*Cling noise*



Bio-kinetic menace, cryogenic defenseless entrance



Digest 7 volumes of Guinness finish the witness



This strength caused California's deadly shifting plates



New York's blizzards, Florida's hurricanes, and Michigan's lakes







[Chrous x2: Bronze Nazareth]



Aiyo, Bronze got the Blowgun



Blow one, echo through the stadium



Fatal Spartan, graze one



Bullet lung, darts poison tip



Rip off the tongue



Even killing the radius, of Achilles calcaneous







[Bronze Nazareth]



Abominable, throw blades through the abdominal



Dope laced in audio, lyric cylindrical



Bushido style, vessels blow, mic-phone crack the flight zone



Rule's Gun, verbal Atilla Hun, shatter ear bone



Poison pen, even rip the ven



Lingual oxygen, paint pictures like a modern day Arnold Bocklin



Fireball, legend of the fall, eat with Apostle Paul



Hear behemoths call, peace to demons in the negro halls



Eat off the table of elements, I circumvent



Throw on the chrome vest, slap Merlin, steal the amulet



Fencing with a dragon head sword, sharp as treble clefs



Babies steal cat's breath,I banged lady Macbeth



Then sat in Gla-mis writing next to carved monoliths



A novelist, scientific, horrific, mystic, chauvenistic



48th Ronin caught clonin' an omen infant



Electric esophagus, kiss the moon, wave to Artemis



Gather bricks, write sick scripts in my abode



Rock King Arthur's robe at the table of segmented globe







[Chorus x2]