Verbal Joust

[Intro: Charles Bronson sample from "The Mechanic"] The classic fighter is here to prove his point The object of these fights is, total concentration and control They don't actually hit each other Otherwise one or the other would be dead... They have had skills for months... [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, I'm so famous, I dump your body over grand canyons Guzzle the sea, trouble with me, you can't handle Came from a cave, where we toast with lead Turn a knob, twist a loaf, now I got more bread I hope you scramble, 'fore they poach your eggs Approachable MC's with coke lines on the reg Bled a heavy served massacre, cancer stick asthma Growth of the cancer cell, hidden cures in Attica Vocab, slow jabs, hooks and low punch Your tracks on the bottom rung, mine is uppercuts I'm quick to flash a pen, regardless Your splash equal John Wayne eyes, before he reach revolvers Ask harlots, I'm strangling an ex-caller Source Award across the board, kid with Bronze collars In a black hall, Bin Laden scholar [Interlude: movie sample] Get your punk ass back... fuck Now I know you don't like that Only muthafucker he can kill... [Phillie] Burn MC's to a third degree, Hercules You get a mear smirk from me, purposely Before I'm pushed over the edge, I'm redrum When the feds come, the hair's grow Plotting revenge, to leave you dead, son I'm next to none, with extra guns Twist your lid, like a fifth of rum It's the unsung, live and unplugged Young thug, one love, flesh of my flesh Blood occurs, ride or get rode on, rhyme and flow strong Times my enemy, fire to the Phillie, be Decrease with every pull, glisten my every move Waiting for the day God or Satan make it approved Don't mean to be rude, if you see me with my face in my food It's cuz I'm starving, gotta make moves regardless If it means being a rap artist, it's over, B Wait til they get a load of me [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, liver than Claude Dallas, outlaw with raw talents Wrote rhymes in dope lines, sniffed through your ear I bleed sounds of the block, and rounds from a Glock Pound like an ox, profound, you get found in a box Behind a chain link, take the kitchen sink on top of it Next topper can chop it, like melodic war optics Doorknobs the closet, where the gun case orbits So rampage your piece, I keep my heartbeat at pace For weak hearted that sleep hardest, I still gotta aim When the thrill is gone, your pillage torn, seeing my glow I'm so patient, I can watch a tree die and regrow While my seeds scatter one in the hole, twenty five in a hoody Cuz the zoo is full of scavage and wolves [Phillie] That way a ton like Mighty Joe Young King of the jungle, soak game like a sponge Coppers think life won't come to a sudden end Fuck around, if shit don't crack, we make it bend Got a lot to say, only if your not in our presence Here's a lesson, better stay in your place and leave heaven Leave your science books open, school's in session Free at no cost, just food for thought If I'm ever at a lost, toss salt in my wound Adding insult to injury, is coke to my Hennessey Sure shot like death to a Kennedy Don't get too familiar, might kill ya Spin earth off it's axis, flip your mattress Rap Harry Potter, the scholar, back in action Strapped for protection, stashed in a coupe And a host, of automatic, weapons to shoot It's all up to you, live or die slow When you entering my zone, it's lyrical Tae Bo Stretch, breathe, to all MC's I quote, protect your throat, be easy... [Outro: sample from "The Mechanic"] He practically murdered that guy Murder is only killing without a license And everybody kills Governments, the military, the police Do you think that your motto's a killer? Well he's a killer who doesn't kill For him the rules are important That's your expert opinion? That's my opinion...