Artist: Bronze Nazareth Album: School for the Blindman Song: Records We Used to Play Typed by: Bronze Nazareth [Bronze Intro Talk] Yeah, yeah, yo yeah They say the man with a clear conscious, (Blindman) Probably got a bad memory, yeah [Bronze Nazareth] Yeah burn a incense while I indent Eyes squint, turn a leaflet to golden scribe with Words that graze the face through Jackson pen fence I broadcast adverbs, and we them back lane renaissance masters Paint shadows of my DNA, thrill is gone chapters Fasten a heat stroke, I'm blastin a sneak close Unraveling shells like platinum sheets rolled As blunt leaves conspire to thieve my chromosomes The beat fleets retire, my senses overblown Rocks glisten off my throne by the lake We burn blake, inner city goon set Obama hand shake Sun fish bake, roll upon your 6th sense, arrive late Lick shit, my square hot as bisquick, but I ate To put it fair, I'm on a finer district so dilate You wouldn't smother a lit wick, or light it anyway The featherweight vs. heavyweight, Treasure speak, never bend never break Sever hands while better grams levitate Yo It's the Bronzeman get it straight! Nigga! [Bronze Talk] Ayo I'd rather write for myself, and have no listeners (It's that Gun Rule boy!) Then to write for the listeners, and have no self, Real Talk Let's go, I got the hammer to 'em! Put it on 'em son, get 'em kid get 'em! [Bronze Nazareth] It's me kid, sit with a fifth, sip free kid water your eyes, float the skies to techniques kid Follow the street script, I hollow unique tips Bottle swallowing model, obstacle pothole scene – lived life on a minor D pitch, stay weeded when needed secrets stroll rich streams, with parapalegics my struggles so deep titanic manic releases Cracked sidewalks, take it in like a sip of beer The rocks look like gravel, the judge slams the gavel near Kidnap, shrink wrap the D.A. on the court chair I'm more rare, sharp like papercut, catch a gun rule skyscraper snuff phallus elevator shaft cable, blemish blunts Dunham Lane tutored, with the aim of huey newton That could stain a sane stable man if he went thru it Grasp life like chloroform towel, double stuffed sewage Kings mask with a crack for a smile, snuff Judas [Poem Sample] We real cool We left school We lurk late We strike straight We sing sin We thin gin We jazz june We Die. Soon.