Willie The Kid Avalon Lyrics

Feat. Bronze Nazareth, Roc Marciano

A fallen soldier in Avalon
The hit mean it,
Trained in the shadow pond
Weighs deep, baptized in a shallow pond
A pond of cherries, chop it like salads
Couldn't say salad, the bullet and the pallet
My chick bad layed black swan, grip a challice
Full of fine wine, full of flavored layered
Tradition values. Customs must grow appart
And let the world grow accustomed
Let 'em think he won, see the truth that might crush 'em
Flustered, I plant seeds, let the wings grow
Tryna send down my horns, a hand down, a warm welcome
I even helping feasts with my niggas belching
Two bitches from Belgium we never heard of
Belgian waffles who get awfully mistaken
Lawfully awedded to this paper that I'm making
Baking, I'm brave enough to be creating
But I act elate like a native
Tryna blend in with the caters
A bye bye to rules, fuck the latest
Trend, I just came for the apple lays(?)
Spend more time on the quarter shit
Self approvement, this money sword shit

Crowned prince, nigga
This shit's beat

The watch swiss, the rhymes, these are hieroglyphs
Glide from a cliff, it's bare fire and mess
I used to hit the bull's iris
One shot, kill off a six-fifty hybrid
Sex magic, inspector Gadget jacket
Snatch cabbage out the cabinet
It's orgasmic
I saw fabric rabbit
Saw weapon, a course lesson
Broad session, my august raw lesson
My origin is gorgeous
Goes around the sun orbit
Felatio with fallen angels
The angles tell you put the hit on dangles
Got the game in a strangle, got three chains
Entangled bread bread at the table
Break up a quailoo, pick it up
Injurious niggas frontin'
You're not conscious
Where I reside is at the top of the campus
Vocally, I hit different nuances,
You talking nonsense
Chant the incantation like a witch doctor
My bloodline's brown like a mudslide
My corpse turn to butterflies
Fended air, slash pimp, bend other lives
These are troubling times, nigga