Bronze Nazareth Blowgun (remix) Lyrics

Blowgun (remix) Lyrics

f/ Dots



[sample]

These men are usually from low to middle class backgrounds

These men are usually intelligent

Most experienced at killing trials

Typically, they wage the war on instinct



[Intro: Dots *overlaps sample*]

Yo yo yo yo yo yo it's ya man Dots

The Descendent Of The Sun

with my man B Nazty, rippin' the Blowgun

Nahmean? We about to experiment with y'all niggaz

Strengthen ya minds a bit, nahmean?

Want y'all niggaz to hold tight

Strap on y'all seatbelts



[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: Dots]

Aiyo, Bronze got the Blowgun

Blow one, flow holes in ton

Impact cracks ya ass son

Access Bronze through the thoughts of the weapon bitch

Poison ya mind, lab contaminated through messages



[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]



[Outro: Dots]

Y'all niggaz better throw on ya raincoats and shit

Nahmean? We 'bout to prosper

We 'bout to reign like kingdoms, yanahmean?

We 'bout to rain like storm clouds

Y'all niggaz had better put y'all swords down

Yanahmean? Get ready for the comin'

It's ya man Dots, with Bronze Nazareth/B Nazty

Yanahmean? 3 strikes, I'm out, one



[sample]

Many Americans when they think of a killer

they will think of a classy eyed uniform

A monster, someone who acts that way will carry it out

And yet the typical killer is extraordinarily ordinary