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[Intro: Bronze Nazareth] This is Nazareth Production, kid Pussy ass niggas, man, respect it, man Faggot ass groups and shit All in the fucking Source and shit... Yeah... niggas in third degree, first degree Second and fifth.. fourth.. whatever Yeah... I need like 50 grand atleast, give me that Poking these muthafuckas in the heart, man Yeah... it's like that, open up the door and come on in and listen Alright, welcome home, it's where it's supposed to be at right here What you seeing man? [Bronze Nazareth] My mathematical science is, see alliance Off the highest bridge, iodine, triple beam balances To spin my mind in Riker's mode, I might just strike a note If you listen to my third degree cutthroat Murder spree, fourth degree, robbery Homicide, whoever bother, try, the odd piercing Ear spearing diabolical, out of control Franchise tag particle.... And fuck your article, you wack ass niggas The shift is overflowing like Mecca's holy rivers And they, spoon in sewers, Stanley in to it But I'm here to clean it up, like Christopher Hewitt Flow harder than, brewing in Detroit jail But that won't break a spirit like a weak windshield Illa Dayz seen iller days, wheels peeling in a maze Sometimes it rains from my brains, hard to maintain And my city murder rate, top three So what the fuck you think I'mma do to an MC? Wherever I go, I got what I need Criminal Minded, BDP style, plotting the scheme But able to look clean like chops from a guillotine Listenine piss stream, when Oprah make me lean... "I said welcome on home..." [Kevlaar 7] Speech is silver, you know silence is golden And speaks until I know exactly what a nigga's holding Smoldering ghetto's, to the burning bush, kush is our home Burning metals of L, we run from our cells Phillie wild out, rebels welcome to hell Inhale gunsmoke, choke on the smell of death potential Check my credentials, Salute quadruple Freedom lyrics blow your roof off, knock the booth off The foundation, a mind marathon, thoughts pacing My paradox crawl without Kurt Cobain'ing Educated in a tan, Illa Dayz been through the rain It might take a cane, but we a totem pole [Phillie] Gang went crazy, from 300 bars Going off on these so called rap stars, it's smart Cuz most of them ain't gangsta, live from the start No heart, just nerves, no burners, just words So kick 'em to the curb, cuz them snitches for the birds They never seen shit, only what a nigga heard If you fit the description, killas under false pretense Judgement day cometh, only problem is sequence Hood politics kept me from coming up Knew I'd be next in line, yeah, something's up Tricks signed, fuck is up, couldn't be more proud of 'em But now I'm trynna win, and won't just settle for runner-up We was together in the rain, with our burners tucked Drop dimes in the studio, with me, Champ and Bubz That's that, but the list goes on Wonder if Reedy still be there, if we did more songs Juice was irreplacable, he hit so strong Can't wait to see you on that other side, it's been so long I lost a piece of me, when they closed the casket Had he been, cremated, I'd still be smoking his ashes [Altaire] You ain't never seen another muthafucka like me A military MC, full frontal assault Trained to pop pennies off of a flee's bag, so ease back And breeze, 'fore I squeeze where your teeth is at I'm a militant illegitimate devil from the settlement Grissle in my teeth, you see the flesh in my nails All I do is eat niggas, I'm an organic war planet Kind of like, omicron pours, leave ya jaws slanted The anarchist, atlantian terrorist Bringing down the system with bioligical elements Detroit trained with a b-boy's brain With a 3/4 cane that'll, beat your frame Spit death, my flesh rot, it fall from my skin I gotta eat another soul, before it's back to the coffin [Gooch] This here's dope like a pound or a key So incredible, even my shadow couldn't beat me Got you trapped like penetentiaries, no escape from inmates Shackled from head to toe, Alcatraz, the laser gates In this mind state, I create, fact, not fiction Bleek on my dog's vision, scope out my competition For this Cash like Johnny, mind troopers might but have me Record shit to the two g's, just hid this where you found me Smoking these green leaves, writing these rhymes for platinum LP Wishing to fade these, I'm outcasting wannabees Five hundred degrees, I'm hot as fuck, you getting stuck Approaching the scene, burn that ass like gasoline Come to like that, it's verbal comeback, I lay you flat on your back Fuck your dirty rap, watch my papers stack [Outro: Salute] Like Saddam straight war expect I'm harder to kill Yes sir... told ya'll niggas Salute the Kid... heh...