Представляем точный текст композиции "Blowgun" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Bronze Nazareth . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Blowgun» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Bronze Nazareth передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Bronze Nazareth - "Blowgun"
Lyrics to Blowgun : [sounds of kung fu fighting] "Hold it! Your swordwork is really advanced!" [Intro: Bronze Nazareth] Yo it be the Bronze man back in this shit Yo some of yall niggaz might know me as The Entity But either way I dont want niggaz on the walls to this shit Niggaz better get the fuck up in this shit right here Yo Ima show yall motherfuckers how to damage shit man Yo we know how to break shit [Bronze Nazareth] In a hooded monk robe stands a genius with the gift Mics full, spread the gospel like Mae Ford Smith Centuries will speak of deeds of the goblins fist who hobbled swift, and slid off like toboggans on candlesticks Bronze, offer the lotus, truncate MCs at the wrist Steal their hands and preserve em in case I get arthritis Bite this, you wont exist as if Mary had an abortion Death grip, push the sword in, your writing hands foreskin Your hymen phalanges, nigga mine write rigormortis Germinated outside, but in the hood like the clitoris This is, sound tones with a chrome javelin thrown through the clavicle bone Causin the tetanus syndrome, thin chrome vocal cords Knock hurricanes off course golf club swing force Sound like the cling of my swords! [Cling noise] Bio-kinetic menace, cryogenic defenseless entrance Digest 7 volumes of Guinness finish the witness This strength caused Californias deadly shifting plates New Yorks blizzards, Floridas hurricanes, and Michigans lakes [Chrous x2: Bronze Nazareth] Aiyo, Bronze got the Blowgun Blow one, echo through the stadium Fatal Spartan, graze one Bullet lung, darts poison tip Rip off the tongue Even killing the radius, of Achilles calcaneous [Bronze Nazareth] Abominable, throw blades through the abdominal Dope laced in audio, lyric cylindrical Bushido style, vessels blow, mic-phone crack the flight zone Rules Gun, verbal Atilla Hun, shatter ear bone Poison pen, even rip the ven Lingual oxygen, paint pictures like a modern day Arnold Bocklin Fireball, legend of the fall, eat with Apostle Paul Hear behemoths call, peace to demons in the negro halls Eat off the table of elements, I circumvent Throw on the chrome vest, slap Merlin, steal the amulet Fencing with a dragon head sword, sharp as treble clefs Babies steal cats breath, I banged lady Macbeth Then sat in Gla-mis writing next to carved monoliths A novelist, scientific, horrific, mystic, chauvenistic 48th Ronin caught clonin an omen infant Electric esophagus, kiss the moon, wave to Artemis Gather bricks, write sick scripts in my abode Rock King Arthurs robe at the table of segmented globe [Chorus x2] [ Blowgun Lyrics ]
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