Bronze Nazareth, Lord Jessiah - Kettle Black lyrics
[Bronze Nazareth, Lord Jessiah - Kettle Black lyrics]
I rose day to day like stars they never spot
My bars like Alcatraz I’m on my own island
Sit on clouds and ponder on
The color of heaven's tiling
I dreamt of Kevin smiling
Sometimes his cellphone still
Find myself dialing
God willing I'm still climbing
She said break a leg, I’m Joe Th (igh) eisman
Circled the world off rhyming
Was it a coal or a diamond?
King cobra holster woke up
With the barrel shinin'
Sing a carol to her thighs and I dive in
Motorboat goat beat that violin
Bronzeman with the pen glowin
Quarter way there, then we ghostin
Stablе presence my Mеdina Spirit dopin'
Rich hustler kenneth copeland
It's Jesus Feet nigga church is open
I did it fifteen seasons this is the opus
This the pot callin the kettle black
It's levels to this shit
We elevated to the penthouse from
Where we laid you flat
Ain't no turning back, pardon our backs
Silverbacks in the jungle animal
Instincts in our habitats
Threaten my DNA you gon need a CNA
Shit I say will spill your soup
Yeah I'm on the chase, get that Tillamook
Long Blunts nigga I want all the smoke
I grew a tree in a vault crystals
Looking like a wall of dope
You don't really doubt me
You just didn't think we had the code
Detroit boys southwest Alamo
Allen Poe with the calico
Tryna go on the Fallon show
Absent selling my soul
I Let the absinthe dwell in my soul
Commando singing like Dwele
Out the pele coat
Have you diving swimming sinking
Underneath the boblo boat
I’m a GOAT, conspiring on a castle and a Moat
She spank the camel toe
Hand picked sister wife - we can elope
Watch me eat like a king
My hand on the cantaloupes
I Channel the Phantom Ghost
No ouji board, got it tanning in gold
It's gonna pull up by it'self
Then watch me catapult
You want beef I’ll have the cattle brought
Don't let the maggots be the
Last shit you saw down in Panama
My panoramic raw'll make you clamor more
This the pot callin the kettle black
It's levels to this shit
We elevated to the penthouse from
Where we laid you flat
Ain't no turning back, pardon our backs
Silverbacks in the jungle animal
Instincts in our habitats