Artist: Bronze Nazareth f/ La the Darkman Album: School for the Blindman Song: Fire Implanters Typed by: Bronze Nazareth [Intro: sample] Gambinos, no crime family in the in america as powerful or more treacherous [Bronze Nazareth] I advise you to look out The beef don't grill with no heat, so let's cook out Look how we aint eat So my niggas went the crook route We still half free Giraffe trees when the hook out Black mask the crowns, we move in like a new house Raw team court green on the scene like my new spouse Praise due to self, know the truth's out I'm self taught, only student in the schoolhouse Can't call it a zoo, without a few, Llama's laid out Well sought out, engulfed in linen like Rayful Edmond I spray letters while DEA tethers track my sentence Avocado champagne and blue grapes in Venice Homicidal mind frame, in a house with shady tenants Instant vintage invented, simply intricate intentions The makings of a Wise Man, comprehension and lettuce My ammo spray gracefully fake MC's send 'em a dentist Never leave fingerprints, or hire a liver apprentice Dire fire implanters, Suburban cops guard city limits like linebackers I take a passage from the roach the bible in my holster Gun out, whether sun-up or sundown, that's back-words Matter fact words could put the sun out Splatter black pistol powder, missile shower when they sung out Deep grams o' stanza, one line of mine equal to one ounce Panhandle, candle wax flame brilliant thoughts out All out the tropic sinner-hole, with violence deluxe That make you igloo ventricle, and eyelid adjust [Interlude: La the Darkman] ayo Bronze….I got you my nigga!! This L.A.D. uhhhhh! [La the Darkman] My thought don't differ much Purple kush stuff my dutch Rich nigga, beamer in 5 pop the clutch Model bitches, Penelope Cruz I'm in them guts Fucking high class sluts, I throw 'em a couple bucks Laboring under correct knowledge, they call it L.U.C.K. Sparkling black diamonds maker her starstruck I never gave a fuck like Nicki in casino La Trafficante, Embassy gambino Las Vegas, Nevada, margarita's in Reno Meditating, sipping chagga latte cappuccino Got the carter like nino, I ain't never been a fool (uhhh) Had the first 200,000 dollars back in high school BMW, silk ropes, melodies sick quotes Cash down no notes, cribs on both coasts By the bay dock the boats, foot massage Dr Scholtz Lay it down, not to boast, coach em like Lou Holtz [Outro: sample] Well guys who had been in the trenches Robbing and stealing and killing and hijacking and everything You know over the years, said "hey what about me?"