Bronze Nazareth - Avalon lyrics

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Bronze Nazareth - Avalon lyrics

[Verse 1: Willie the Kid] A fallen soldier in Avalon The hidden meaning Trained in the shadow pawn Waist deep, baptized in a shallow pond Upon the chariot, chop it like shallots Could have said salad, the bullet and the ballot My chick bad laid black swan, grip a challice Full of fine wine, full flavored Layered in tradition, values, customs Must grow apart and let the world grow accustomed Let him think he won, see the truth it might crush him Flustered, I plant seeds, let the wings grow Trying to sand down my horns, I hand down a warm welcome A heaping helping Feast with my n***as belching Two b**hes from Belgium we never heard of Belgian waffles you awfully mistaken Lawfully unwedded to this paper that I'm making Banking, I'm brave enough to be creative But I acclimate like a native Trying to blend in with the cadence Abide by the rules, f** the latest Trend, I just came for the accolades Spend more time on important sh** Self improvement, this money sorting sh** [Interlude] Crowned prince, n***a This sh**'s beautiful my n***a Well said Let's get back into it and get lost, motherf**er Straight up Get it f**ed up, n***a [Verse 2: Roc Marciano] The watch is swiss, the rhymes, these are hieroglyphs Glide from a cliff It's rare I fire and miss I usually hit the bull's iris One shot, k** out the six-fifty hybrid Sex magic, Inspector Gadget jacket Snatch cabbage out the cabinet It's orgasmic A soft fabric rabbit Assault weapon, a course lesson Court in session, my aura's florescent; orange My origin is gorgeous who*es around the sun orbit fel**tio with fallen angels The angles tell you put the hit on dangles Got the game in a strangle, my three chains get tangled Break bread at the table Break down a quaalude, break it up Wooden j**elry n***as fronting You're not conscious Where I reside is at the top of the compa** (North) Vocally, I hit different nuances You talking nonsense Chant the incantation like a witch doctor My bloodline's brown like a mudslide My corpse turn to bu*terflies Family man, slash pimp, live double lives These are troubling times, n***a

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