Work Songtext
von Bronze Nazareth

Those who would wish to test Bronze men
Would have to rely entirely on their own skills
No one can give them help
If they do with their all, then we′ll die here

You know what it is (we got him)
What up to my Detroit army niggas (what up, what up, nigga)
Yeah, it's Nazareth King (that′s what it is boy)
Yeah, yo (Thought for food)
Get it nigga, buy that shit

Yo, I'm a diabolic bastard, a face slasher
You get maced after, I pull the blade and scrape faster
Then earthquake parade disasters, flames chase after
You fake actors, I'm not a thug, but slugs aim at ya′
And rain faster when I step outside
The skies turn Bronze and camouflage of homicide


My arms alive, writing worlds for MC′s
Deals we reject, in June, we trust the tech
Under God divisible, by seventeen rounds
From the boat, strike twice, like the lightning sound

Under lights of viking crowds, slicing
On Born Days, blood on the icing, blood on his apron waiting
I keep my statements baking, black plagued Matrix
Skylight in the street, G.R.E. that's me
On or off mics, acapella, get chopped like relish
Hot like Mexican crops when I sell this

Like rocks, I just inhale this, until your blood flow
Acoustic blow, snort a few lines
Quarter of a weed and a few dimes, sick of these new mimes
MC′s ain't saying shit, start playing shit
Like saliva whys, Wu-Tang iron tried
Peace to Ol′ Dirt, put in the most work