[Bronze Nazareth]
Yo 2006, Down town Detroit, Fuck Larry Brown,
Exploit from out of town, climb mountains fell down,
So I’m on some, Charles Bronson Action monsoon,
Barrel at my waist shaped like raccoons

All these out of towners man, It’s lookin real sweet,
We was starvin for a meal but now it’s time to eat,
Loadin up the pistols, Black hoods, Straight for the creep,
Plus my daughter need pampers, New shoes on her feet

[Illa Dayz, (all)]
Yo I’m dealin with rapture, My mind intertwine, Swine with pain,
It rains so my brain taps, It’s hard to maintain, Super Bowl,
Parties Bacardi, Two hundred dollars for the tickets,
Man split that, I thank God, Ill I’m gifted,
Seven Wisemen, We in lets begin. (Seven Wisemen, We in lets begin)

[Kevlaar 7]
We the baddest rhyme bangers, We slangin em whatever,
Smokin an eyes ringer, Burnin a brain retina,
Better cover your sweater, We niggas under the weather,
Snatchin a life, Motherfuckers maintain us

Ford Field in the D made the setting more real,
I’m a hustler, Connected with all boosters and smugglers,
The ultimate comes from here, Take a scalpel in the boxing rings,
I want my hands on em, Tryna stack brands on em.

[Bronze Nazareth]
My steel, Seahawk blue, Brain off too,
Baby due, I’ll throw the bullets and you receive
If money grow on trees thenthen I’m tryin to rake the leaves

From the city of the hard knocks, Streets we lust,
Four foot ninjas aint no doubt, Put our faith in the bus,
Get us there, To the prize fam, Truly untouched,
Believe in God but it’s the gats and the burners we trust.

[Kevlaar 7]
Unjust strangle hold, Behold the bold native,
Straight up, Hold the gate up, Slap the nasty fader,
Stealin pro tools, Yall can feel my love jones.

[Illa Dayz]
Patron don’t get along, I’m nice plus I’m strong,
Blaze said he can’t get along, Same as Elway,
Throw a pass for a long touch down,
Seven Wisemen and yo, We arrived just get down,
Seven Wisemen and yo, We arrived just get down.

[Phillie, (Bronze Nazareth)]
Welcome home Jerome, Cobo next, (Welcome home baby)
Ray Heart Plaza, Where the sales bonanza,
Tee shirts to posters, My motto is the same,
I will not lose you can charge it to the game.

[Bronze Nazareth]
Got the linesmans gloves plus I shoe shine mugs,
Seat two twenty-three, Introduce my thugs,
Fireworks at half time, Not on the field but off
When I spotted em, Gave a cough to lick off at kick off

We stay seein like hawks, Mad steel when we walk,
Fire play, Fuck around and have you tracin some chalk,
For the glow, On the low I will rip you a part,
For some Kangols, I’m suppling life fully with sparks.

[Outro: Kevlaar 7, (Salute)]
Shit, Yeah, Yeah, And sparks nigga, Word up,
It’s getting wise nigga, (06 nigga) Word up,
The fuckin cipher continues…

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