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Blue Albacore
Apollo Brown
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Bronze Nazareth
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Ayo Success is a diamond man
You either shine it, or leave it in the coal
I broke ceilings in silence now the shards my decor
Built a roof outta doubt mop my floor white Dior
What's behind the glassdoor I shatter like claymores
Left a map in the cracks all it said was pray more
Luxury born from the fractures that a nigga stand on
Franco links in my chains from slavery to San Juan
Champagne on same beach Ima land my plane on
My hands on Samsung
Gains felt like ransom
Got Suits tailored from fails silk lined with them handguns
Talk is cheap glass walls mausoleums for some
Told 'em "pressure make diamonds" they aint build me like none
Now the diamond cut clear make the blind see the sun
I slid gold through the slot where I saw the leak sprung
Now my streams run
They dance on broken glass when the heat comes
Caresha please keep my seat warm Im trying to see sumn
Stomped through the dirt where the seeds run
Fell indeed on another ceiling now I see what you thieves on
My throne? Outta of shards 'bout three ton
Had to carve my own insane lane, nigga now I don't see none
The name range outta old coliseums to overseas slums
It's the brass lord heavy metal
Bronzeman to be sure
More blue albacore, we waltz in broken halls
Upward I gotta Fall
Til the Escalator pause
If they never built ceilings, could they stop me at all?
It's the brass lord heavy metal
Bronzeman to be sure
More blue albacore, we waltz in broken halls
Upward I gotta Fall
Til the Escalator pause
If they never built ceilings, could they stop me at all?
I broke through the trap door, caught the rain when it poured
Wore the pain like velour, stitched my name in the lore
Now my frame reinforced, pressure-trained, through wars
Every shard in my crown, cut precise through the frauds
Left my blood in the boards, shooters move in accord
Exquisite tombstones forged you must be outta your gourd
I been in rare form black ice stare from the paranorm
Mirror cracked saw, how the past 7 years formed
Built my bridge from the breaks, now the weights keep me warm
Thread my fate through the needle, tailor grace in the swarm
Wrote escape on the gate, broke the chains off my arms
Took the blame, took the scars, turned my flaws into charms
Put the glass on my medallions, Diamonds sculpted in his urn
Gold teeth in the frame, smile engraved til it burns
Glass frames through the flames turn the ceiling to a curb
Now my lane carved in shards where the silent feeling stirs
Seen the thieves at the table, I just feast on the herbs
From the breach, I release, left my speech on the curb
Glass roof in the sun โ so the seeds grow absurd
Turned ceilings to skylines, they call it a lucky turn
It's the brass lord heavy metal
Bronzeman to be sure
More blue albacore, we waltz in broken halls
Upward I gotta Fall
Til the Escalator pause
If they never built ceilings, could they stop me at all?
It's the brass lord heavy metal
Bronzeman to be sure
More blue albacore, we waltz in broken halls
Upward I gotta Fall
Til the Escalator pause
If they never built ceilings, could they stop me at all?
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