[kung fu sample overlapped by intro]You wanna help? It's your duty If it is our duty, what if our shift comes in for while? What were you thinking?I was thinking... you're an expert[Intro: Kevlaar 7]Yeah... Kevlaar 7, Bronze NazarethFucking with... yo, yo, aiyo...[Kevlaar 7]Live from the home that birthed Al GreenI bring more heat that grits in third degree seamsQueens get ya pot holders, I'm brolic as novasJehovah spoke through me, told y'all it's overIn fact I crack the canyon inside ya EarthAnd casted my shadow on the last man standingBranded his brain, uncandidly crack/cocaineClever ruffian, my nation equits me to shameContained within my own concrete junglesStreets crumble, trouble, blood heat bubblesType O fucker if I need a body doubleIf my heart valves close like the lens on the HubbleImpossible, I play dominoes on top of live volcanoesSit lava with a mouth of gasoline, pagesAgeless flow, I'm in history pages next to James MonroeWith a gat to his domeWatch the lava shot blow, recite pharaohistic poemsHieroglyphics show, yo the crypt is my homeInside I construct authentic kinetic goldInterlacing you bitches with visionary flows[Chorus: Bronze Nazareth]Aiyo live from the landfills, my thoughts they can killLike stones and anvils, cats they close landmillsCats flows on standstill, grams, noses, sandpillsStand close to God, but how could a man build?[Bronze Nazareth]Aiyo, live from Motown, Gun Rule, HellboundSell pounds to sale, vibrant rhythm and soundscapeBreak thoughts in place, my words sour the tasteScrolls is old gold, rivers are concrete wasteKill you where the swans meetI wouldn't do it but I'm just trying to eatCold as my environment's heatSat on mountains, drunk in the hills with gypsiesLove South Central Cartel, it's hard to miss meFace in your history texts, reflects from slavesSpecs like Ray Charles seeing from his graveHe said, Bronze, you could hear the color of cloudsOr see the sound of existence like brail printed outPops was a soldier, M-16's hit himI've walked with the pain of a thousand suicide victimsBleed misery and hope on the same pageSoak in the same rain, smoke in my ribcage[Chorus][Girl]This is Thought for Food, niggaGet it nigga, get it nigga, get it...[George Carlin sample]I'm an American and I expect a little cancer in my food and water