Bronze Nazareth, Sean Price, Prodigal Sunn, 12 O’Clock - 5th Chamber lyrics

Yeah, another one, the mad butcher
12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah

Sunny shazaam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like 'Samite Sam
That'll break ya ass up
Like the hit's on my ram
Legit on the cam, plus I do it
For the love of my fam
No wool over my eyes, been in the game
See through the lies
Ready and live, for them spies
Try'nna see my demise
Zini on the rise, moving the sky
Stay on the top
Late for the drop, keep clear
From them hip hop cops
Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
Do it for the love of the children
Double some millions
The industry, a couple of billions
For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze
Cooler than Fonze
Spit it like balms, seven dot coms
The man supreme queen with the charm
The king who keeps his loot all calm
Known to bare arms, moving some harm
Off that burning bush
Twisting that diesel kush
Lethal like some George Bush

Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
I bust in a nut that feel it
When you pumping i rock a buggy eyed Benz
Four hundred and something
My hands in my pocket
Dead preses' by the bunches
My daughter birthday is on the
Candle in the pumpkin i'm on the highway
Flex Master when he Funkin' it
Mmm i burn that kush, look out for them cops
They crooks do more crimes than son in Brook
I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
Got niggas scared to look
Know the fo'fo leave a hole
As wide as a book
I'm from Bedstuy, do or die
Heart of the Brook lies get took
Stick up kids live off the juks
Must the gun in ya face, nigga
Call you a puss' out of town niggas shaking
When they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga
My queen got your check' with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga
The jab and the hook

Where the barrels roar
Pharaohs war where I aerosol
Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
Vagabond, with Haggler arms
Strangle with a herring bone
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
To the upmost
Respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
Erode most to the last atom, home
Batter domes
They use my chatter for better holes
Buyin' this, ridin' it, cherry picture
Rusty blades that's my sound
It run the crowd jewels by the pound
Stake niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Keep northern lights lit
From bush trim close
Glove box stashed equipped with the
UFO's for the foes
Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
Play me close
You find yourself on from any hope
Got plenty rope, third eye
Sigh for any scope
As far as I know, nigga, my artist control
By the hand written part of my soul
While the life line pardon the notes
The modern magna carta
Art show from the barrel of the gun choke

Sean Price is the nicest MC in the
World to ever write a rap
This the way I get paid
Unless you box and crack
I write a rap in a minute
Niggas dig it for years
Cuz they love it when I spit
The bullshit in they ear
Yellow bus niggas can't read
Or write too good
But they sell whites white
And they nice with good
Listen, I spit a gem star
On you and your friend, pa
Then spar ten rattles in your friend car
Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
You'se a bitch
And you soft like the breasts on your girl
Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
With they finger 'round the collar
Holla 'wash ya neck'
Listen, Dikembo Mutumbo, feliz navidad
You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
Listen, make some noise if
You wanna receive this
Shot the gun, voice one, stolen your Jesus, P