Lyrics Fanta 6 - Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano, Fashawn

Fanta 6

The savage of Nazareth flashing the gold lazarus
My flow patterns alone should shown at the vatican
Holy guacamole
Marci got me rappin over rock and roll beats
Went and put Plymouth rocks in the rollie
Fuck a gram I’m bout to drop a OZ
Big bald heads probably Mobi, not an emoji
You was gettin at me when you got at the OGs
Slide on you like it’s too late to side with the homies
They tried to control me, failed miserably
They tried to silence me slowly, copied and hit delete
I stand guilty, my hands filthy
Make every rhyme echo through time, y’all can’t kill me
Vincent van Different Glance
Mansa Musa Clan
Gogh gift his hands
Crescent moon rocks
Kitchen plans
Cricket bat stick, grand amazon Land
Let the world see my grams and exam
Pretty clam with Mauritian tan, is how I expand
From the afterlife, Sushimi slice the track like a psychopath
Give me Space like Bezos, and a white lightning plant
I got heightened Plans, nigga I’m climbing like my fico stamps
Smithsonian poet, suicidal bridal lambs
Half a ounce rolled in brown, boy that’s Otto Grahams
Cabo to France, cauliflower smoke chowder clams
It’s Gritty like a wind gust of powder sand
Infinite F, sent from the West
Can tell by the limp in my step it’s pimpin at it’s best
Finesse the system out a check
Get some killers out of debt
Some niggas did it for the revenue some did it for respect
I did it for that kid that’s in the 'jects
Who’s living is a mess in conditions incorrect
That’s the shit that got me vexed
All you see is what’s glistening on my neck
The globe gon know it next the city know I’m a threat (yes!)
Poster boy, Shaheed in his prime
I got the juice like Raheem still alive
That’s common sense you know, Rashid ninety five
These kind of texts it’d be wise not to reply
Got to learn to cross your t’s nigga dot your eyes
Before somebody dies, now what’s your alibi?
Intercept my ill phonetics with Egyptian relics
I’m a piston whippin 89 skillets
Sally spider leg barrels with the biscuits
Crack a triscuit blue skull for Cameron Tillman
Black Fisker Karma daydreaming a billion
Thumb Green farmed a field of dreams, delivered it
Money bin swimming cold cash Brad limitless
Left a distinguished imprint from my genesis
My pen is on stilts, watch the ink do a stitch
Flickin ash from Kush Mints, The stench is immense
Condensed the extended, blended the penmanship
Arthur Fleck, Roulette who slept, spinning barrels
Made the obese harlot start flippin carols
Marciano roc the beats up, for Bronze parables
Parachutes, paramilitary pair of goons
Share my streams it’s like fiends sharing spoons
When my larynx moves, the fare is due
There ensues beef, got hustle all in my marrow brew
Caribou venison, I play by the narrow rules
The antidote is emeralds and pharaoh’s jewels