The Precipice - Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano

A nigga scripted wax upon racks watch me lift it

Like a Mac spraying turning 360

This that retina for a retina, old testament

Bill bixby green excellence, exodus

Bless the clips

You could bet I’m on the precipice

You could bet I’m on the precipice

The flow switchin like an undercurrent

Under current conditions, from bricks I wrote a sermon

From eastern and burton, dust off ether I’m lurkin

Gust off miami beach augusta peach twerkin

SK’ll make him lean don’t need that syrup worked in

Fresh paint that’s I how I bleed, nigga watch me nurse it

Ruger never jammed, I could write my name in cursive

I came off Joy road where it’s no happiness for certain

Rockin timbs in the summer got the extra clips inserted

You behold a spectacle, my tech glow introverted

Coughin on ya coffin, Lord I wrote a church of verses

Got bodies on his hand like a hoard of hospice nurses

I cop the land, Louisiana Purchase

The Igloo trichomes the cyclone herbalist

Big stalk I burn a crisp, Bluefin tuna dish

Whiskin in that gelato, smoke cloud kilimanjaro

Slugs fly thru your pumpkin top sleepy hollows!!!