Salute (2) - McKinley Shot Burst lyrics

[Intro: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, Thought for Food volume two, Get it n***a, Get it Yall know what to do man, Get it, Get it man, Get it Yeah, I'm out here man, I had to go back in the cave with it Go back then, Yeah, Bout to take it back in the jungle on em n***a You know who it is, Yeah you know who it is, Know what it is [Bronze Nazareth] Yo, Street leuitent, Never get caught like Joe Bennett Near the project with no science book in it I spoke in hymns, Soul soaking in grim Meteor showers from nine month double pimp Clark Davidson, Microphone berretic exotic blend Appearing outta wind, Drink worms in my gin Spin gats like synapse, Collapse and get b**h slapped I'm that Fever Pitch rap, Free to slit hats Slam graves on top of mismatched filling dark holes Blow rockets and rifles, Mind went sightful Use bourbon when I'm serve'n sniper shots off the Eiffel Charles Whitman pipe flow, Continue violent cycles Scripts from Glasgow, Ha**le like white wolves Bodies on the rafter every time the mic blows Engineers disappear only their storie's on the white news Ghetto candid cam so the sidewalk's slight bruised My mind off too, Cloverfield high mountain view Roaming in twos, Goons with scopes in our shoes You never saw bullets float like smoke from shrooms Re-open still open wounds Hope'n I choke em with opium laced news Flash through, Skulls crushed like cashews One blast from the slug cause cash rules Habitual offender, Exodus lateral Escape jail with thirty days, Be careful plan patterning Alley gunman, Dungeon blue print plan running Schemes to eliminate teams by the dozens Time Square with a boxing ring, Shots busting Tare at the rocks watch me bury bodies underneath production 106 and Playground emcee abduction Direct Effect a sudden d**h you know who get the rock first McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse [Salute] Thought for Food volume two, Salute motherf**er Naaaz-areth, I tooold yall Lute shoot to k** f** losing a limb Got a problem with Bronze you got a problem with him Play the night like the owl, Stomach raw from the growl Appetite still destruction, Dumping is nothing f** your life, I snatch your corpse spit on your casket Keep the tool box in use, Loose screws with the ratchet Judge Hatchet, n***as get sentences to maximum For the jury, I'll plead only facts on the track Balance bricks on my back, Put the Jets on the map When I ride stay high, Forty cal on my lap Screaming, Peeping n***as Living Color like Keenan I explode on the track f** trying to get even k**ing season, Only rhyme noun for a reason Duct tape n***as up til they no longer breathing Ghetto heathen, Breezing through a field of dreams Black Day, Only light be the vision in beams Ferocious, Call me scoliosis damage your spleen Leave you bent over, Four fingers up to the soldier As I awake to the aroma in the morning like Folgers Bring harm with this Desert in the present I'm danger Real familiar with this sh** n***a far from a stranger It's the late night street life keeping me hype Like a fiend for a fix I start with the pipe Yo I'm everything you not son we nothing alike Medulla splitter, Goddamn right I deliver Underground dictator like the late great Hitler Live harshest, Focusing only on target Move heartless, f** how you feel regardless I'm the hardest, One fifty-one with the liquor Throw it back on the daily just to tickle the liver Direct Effect a sudden d**h you know who get the rock first McKinley shot burst leave em in a hot hearse