The Road (Explicit) Lyrics
When the road is gone and you can't find no way
So don't you threaten my my my friend now
It'll be another day
Black male jail cell same hell murderous prospects
Drain ale same pale buck shots reign hail
Same meal stepping like robot pain kill
Trail stream from silk screen to nine mill
Crush my will cook a meal like rosewoods
I'm coming for them gold goods precision like d**e head
My biscuit toasted open fine hoes acid for flat bread
Solicit catch casket dripping unbutton hostlers
Embroidered clips in chicago bear puff quick to snare off
Pick six to carry off his coffin
While i'm often pterodactyl off white widow with horsemen
Back to the wall street lawn heaters and more sh*t
My literary literally drown your war ship
Send a shell now tear up your style to the corporate
First forty eight hours is never seen no force could measure me
The hunts off when he endorse my treasury
Yellow apparition smell a kush and incense
I'd well on benches where the air force is scared to going off course
Burn your after murder spree then i'm off to witness
Double dutch and i don't mean the ropes i'm off the benches
Coughing endless kill me and spends off a genius intention
Bring the ni**a henchmen spend shells on and on it was expensive
When the road is gone and you can't find no way
So don't you threaten my my my friend now
It'll be another day
Now there's one thing i should mention massive pounds of pressure
Nothing can hold me watch as i levitate gravity
None could match me cave chest cavity
Basic mathematical flow like the max spray
Monumental word play carefully construct the measurements
When you weighin' up refining to it's higher science
A spill of carbon one gun shot of diesel
A microphone touch of mission plan an eruption
Underworld corruption don't trust him it's sadly to say
You might have to bust him one day i thought i told you
When the road is gone and you can't find no way
So don't you threaten my my my friend now
It'll be another day
Broad day bullets over broadway for more pay
Verbal assault you b**ches rep more then foreplay
All day this is routine not a facade
No mirage no regard no hbo entourage
Bloodsport caught with the force star wars skywalker
Offin' your boss tossin' your broad
And there's no shells left in the drawer spit them in raw
Nobodies leaving til we settle the score
Chose the high road never look down like if my eyes closed
Mine flows trying to get mine before the time goes
Ayatollah mind controller free of the blindfolds
Survive with 50 47′s the nines blow
Dip don boss underdog from the rip bomb
Click strong melo with the handle like the knicks on
Clips drawn ducking the blues choose a fit form
Big arms lay down your king only six pawns
My friend he's an expert in ninja
Give this letter to him he will come
Mmm
What is this ninja
I'm not familiar
Is this from him
Watch out
This may contain poison don't touch it
The Road - Bronze Nazareth