Night of the Long Knife - Bronze Nazareth

Life in these streets is ill, so I embrace steel

Verbal scientist that sweep many battlefields

Brilliant like the mind of scholars, we seek dollars

Defender of human rights, I move with solar power

Son of the Universe, cursed by pagan smoke

Wimbledon grass while I hunt for the assailant

Black masked ninja typed thief inside the castle

World game of death scale the Tower of Babble

I travel in the form of a storm or a bee swarm

Dirty butcher knife slit your neck then I’m gone

It’s the Night of the Long Knives, I rise from the wreckage

Bronze hooked the beat, make sure the mic’s connected

Selected by high priest, to murder the beef

The ultimate goal of war is to bring peace

The Celsius increased to code red levels

5-Star the Avenger chop the head of the Devil

Then lounge with the angels, celestial portrait

The force that I carry keep the planets in orbit

Mash with the Bronzeman through the swamp lands

Where niggas is cracked out and the corners is blacked out