Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Road, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Date of issue: 22.08.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Road |
| When the road is gone, and you can’t find no way |
| So don’t you threaten my, my, my friend now |
| It’ll be another day |
| Black male, jail cell, same hell, murderous prospects |
| Drain ale, same pale, buck shots, reign hail |
| Same meal, stepping like robot, pain kill |
| Shrill scream from silk screen to nine mill |
| Plus my will, cook a meal like rosewoods |
| I’m coming for them gold goods, persistent like dope head |
| My briscket toasted, roping fine hoes, acid for flat bread |
| Salicic, catch a casket drifting |
| Unbutton hostlers Embroidered clips in |
| Chicago Bear cough, clip ya to snare off |
| Pick six to carry off his coffin |
| While I’m lofting pterodactyl off white widow endorsement |
| Back to the ward street lawn, heaters and more shit |
| My literary literally drown your war ship |
| Send a shell non terrapin style to the corporate |
| First forty eight hours he’s never seen, no force could measure me |
| The hunts off when he endorse my treasury |
| Yellow apparition, smell of kush and incense |
| I dwell on fences where the Air Force is scared of going off course |
| Burn you after murder spree then I off the witness |
| Double dutch and I don’t mean the ropes, I’m off the benches |
| Coughing endless, cumulous blends off a genius intention |
| Bring the ninja henchmen |
| Spent shells on ya lawn, it was expensive |
| Now there’s one thing I should mention |
| Massive pounds of pressure |
| Nothing can hold me, watch as I levitate gravity |
| None could match me, cave chest cavity |
| Basic mathematical flow, like the mac spray |
| Monumental word play, carefully construct the measurements |
| When you weigh it up, refine it to it’s highest science |
| A spill of carbon, one gun shot of diesel |
| A microphone touch ignition, planet eruption |
| Underworld corruption, don’t trust him it’s sadly to say |
| You might have to bust him one day, I thought I told you |
| Broad day bullets over Broadway for more pay |
| Verbal assault, leave bitches wet more then foreplay |
| All day, this is routine, not a facade |
| No mirage, no regard, no HBO Entourage |
| Bloodsport, caught with the force, Star Wars, Skywalker |
| Offin' your boss, tossin' your broad |
| And there’s no shells, left in the drawer, spent them in war |
| Nobodies leaving til we settle the score |
| Chose the high road, never look down, like if my eyes closed |
| Mine flows, trying to get mine, before the time goes |
| Ayatollah mind controller, free of the blindfolds |
| Survive where 50s, 47s, and nines blow |
| Big don, boss underdog from the rip bomb |
| Click strong, Melo with the handle like the Knicks on |
| Clips drawn, ducking the blues, choose a fit form |
| Big arms, lay down your king, only six pawns |
| My friend, he’s an expert, in ninja |
| Give this letter to him, he will come |
| Mmm… |
| What is this ninja? |
| I’m not familiar |
| Is this from him? |
| Watch out! |
| This may contain poison, don’t touch it |