They'll never stop listening to me (yo, what up, nigga?)

They can't tune me out (what up, nigga?)

They're drawn to me (yeah, you gotta turn that s**t up, nigga)

Drawn like moths to a flame (this s**t 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 nigga, official shit)

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 ('cause all I need)

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

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, sound 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

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)

That's swingin' swords, n***a

It's back to that sword s**t

Special techniques, special effects ('cause all I need)

Y'all know what time it is, for real

Word up