Lyrics It's On - Leaf Dog, Bronze Nazareth

It's On

Mind playin tricks as I rose
Unfixed my mental chains, the metal stings, until you doze
Villain robes, crystal rings, methamphetamine prose
Supply these rappers golden globes
Exercise for frozen lobes
Sleeper cell poet, as the bread rise, it flows in loaves
Cake, no bakery act, the shells not on my toes
It’s hell but still we grew out the fire, that’s high hopes
I’m tryna see the milky way, you cool with your block though?
I’m cocky when its time to let a silverback flock go
Buck at you like a bronco, til you leave like Flacco
Paint colossal, cut off my left ear at the art show
Home of the hit and run, hidden gun get your top blown
I need a clone to find my equal
My son he be my sequel
I hold him in the sun like Simba on a steeple
Family came from Slavery so fear ain’t in my Helix people
I went thru so you could feel it, Jesus Feet easle