Salute (2) - To the Table lyrics

[Intro: Salute] Uh-huh, whoo, whoo I'm feeling this f**ing beat... Bronze, you a fool for this one, baby Good looking out for this one, uh-huh Yo, yo, yo, uh-huh [Salute] Aiyo, f** some 22's, I'd rather buy a four-four While you jumps looking pretty, I'm preparing for war I'm like that n***a on the bench, man, ready to score You can tell that I'm anxious, frustration in my face Ain't nobody put me here, had to earn my place Talk a couple loses, dog, but I'm still in the race So f** fronting for a b**h, man, I'm try'nna get rich Paid in full like Ace Boogie, making money like Mitch While you clowns stop in whips, man I'm playing with ships Smoking purple, staying focused, while I sip on a fifth My man Bronze put me on, so you know I'mma do it Keep this ill sh** moving, keep it flowing like fluid Went from guns to the mic, so I rep for the streets For my n***as in them cellblocks, according to beef Through all the pains and the struggle, how the f** could I sleep Plus I'm hungry, muthaf**a, can't rest til I eat [Interlude: Bronze Nazareth] Yeah, ya'll n***as know me, man (Black Day in July) Know what the f** I represent (Wu-Tang, n***a) Word up.. [Bronze Nazareth] We in the sweatshop, we work hard on our jobs Dark mind, the whole block, and proj' Monks taking shots Brazilian psychic villains, days blacker than Exxon spillage Taught the Pillage, paper stacking, f** the milledge My spirits from the kingdom of Kush, get drunk with Jenna Bush She like "Yo, Bronze, I love how you cook" When fans spit the sun out, they turn to onyx daze My moon's bright, spend white nights in an angel's gaze Thought three tantrum's, man, you script, pretty as your daughter's kiss Black clouds, high noon, rain on the nemesis Words made the Qu'ran pages, you never stood by So I thought so clear, as a man's breathe in winter time You saluted the Jesus feet, burn like a furnace Voice like Russian waters of Vodka from a thermos Half baked brain case, love how your dame taste You salvage welfare mid-week, see how I keep dates Blunts in snake skin coils, I gotta alotta time soil Throw it on coffins, with nails from Mars called Swimfan b**hes, pools of pre-cum in my britches Wipe it on her fat a**, f** tissues Prime and the son of Mary, Ash-uar' repents Throw in the rhythm, land through these bars like I escaped prison Out risen like locust in the mars of Liam Seal Terrorize lines like Wu signs in Mel Gibson fields