[Intro: Sample, Raekwon, Bronze Nazareth]
They’ll never stop listening to me (yo, what up, n***a?)
They can’t tune me out (what up, n***a?)
They’re drawn to me (yeah, you gotta turn that shit up, n***a)
Drawn like moths to a flame (this shit is serious)
(Keep it always official, man)
(Add on comfortably and shit)
I say the things they wish they could say (make sure everything is real for real)
These ineffective jackals, stay up all night long (so I told 'em this one's bloody too)
To hear me speak their minds! (this bloody too, this one's bloody too)
They can’t tune me out (tell 'em, this one bloody too, this one bloody too)
They can’t tune me out! (this one's bloody too, Bronzeman 2)
(Uh, this one's bloody too, Bronzeman 2)
They’ll always be there (yeah, serious n***a, official shit)

[Verse 1: Canibus]
Your aspirations are exaggerated
Your lack of patience is written all over your face, that’s why you can’t make it
Listen with your mind, explore with your spirit
If you can’t stop time, you gotta purchase more minutes
Reliable power rap recycles steam like nuclear tower stacks
I could rhyme for an hour on a track
Intoxicated, making obnoxious statements
About top-rated emcees who somehow got jaded
The revolution is not an event, it’s a process
Passed down from Griff to Canibus to the Bronzeman (Nazareth)
Canibus, me and the tribal chief riding
And after you do the knowledge you can sit right beside us ('cause all I need)
It’s not about money, it’s about interdisciplinary studies
That’s why sometimes things get ugly
Dressing all bummy, fingernails black like I’ve been hunting
I brought food home for my little munchkins
Cough it all up like a pumpkin, subwoofer bumping
Cars ride by with the booming systems
What, man? Your sense of humor sucks, Dad
Hip-hop should give up, man
'Cause no rapper can out-rap the Canibus man
And the whole planet knows it, catalogue spans from the land to the ocean
Billy Ocean in the passenger seat, smoking
Heart broke 'cause his hero hosted a show but nobody noticed
I’m having difficulty describing how I wrote it
Open mic, but not one open mind onsite
So I’mma fall back and pass Nazareth the mic
[Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth]
Yeah yo, I’m like the Unabomber
Consuming a novel by the Dalai Llama
Artists pray I stay underground like a departed miner
Skated Satan’s fire, my marrow is ganja
There goes the dope supplier, ound of the opiate audio fire
Carved outta the hottest sonatas
I’mma fujiyama mind sauna, oblongata on the pine lager ('cause all I need)
Yacht too, bird’s-eye view straight out the parlor
Count the commas in my bank account, chasin’ nirvana
Tasting long burn white owls, my tails like iguanas
Pet llamas, should I let ‘em out and chalk trace an artist? ('cause all I need)
Pardon, I’m shoutin', "More relish!"
I’m straight off the Terrace
Route a shell non terrapin style to the sheriff
My bride’s hair glow in the wind, eyes glarin’
I brutalized air when I turn ‘em to urn wearing
Burnin' ferns off camera
With golden goat strands of potent stanzas
I rain hail, snow avalanches
I got big plans, semi with hemi rig plans
For enough land to grow and expand my own cess plants
My hands shine like diamond lakes and gold lamps
High chance of hailstorm, black or bright sundance
Still advance my pawn 'til you layin' by seaside
My family throw bullets like Archie, Peyton, and Eli
I’m a zebra mixed with edema, Hiroshima and street lights
Dining at beehives, I’m a knight in shining Levis
Skin sound like knives chippin' at thick glass
Sniffin’ tear gas, rollin' mack truck 'rellos in class
The teacher looked at me, said if I pass, I pass
Splash tangerine spark drafts on black casket maps
Run laps around murder scenes and never leave tracks
[Bridge: Bronze Nazareth]
Ayo, murder with a flask
Toast and kill ‘em with the draft
Nervous villain laugh
Fittin' in body cast for class
Sittin' on a throne of glass
Spinnin' microphones to ash
My cyclones is brass
When I spit ‘em, it’s closed casket
Plates shift, new face lift
Bronzeman 2, can you taste it?
(Taste it, taste it, taste it)

[Outro: Raekwon]
That's swingin' swords, n***a
It’s back to that sword shit
Special techniques, special effects ('cause all I need)
Y’all know what time it is, for real
Word up