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(Intro: Bronze Nazareth) |
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The Great Migration... grab on, it's free, nigga |
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Pick it up from your local street corner, nigga |
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By the fucking liquor store |
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Yeah... check me, yo.. check mate |
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(Bronze Nazareth) |
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In the jungles, streets hard, flee God, doubt God |
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Why God? Moms heard me scream, like I've been scorned |
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The beef so supreme, Lord, vatos got hoes |
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Playing for my house doughs, another dose of some vicadine |
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Slicing in, jutting in, like sudden cutting wind |
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And we got severe strokes, sword tip, pin popes, send folks |
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To hell, when the doors close, it's hard here, my dear |
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Kiss your chin, missed again, this is Michigan |
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AKA Babylon Ceasar Sin, it's me again |
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Grabbing at your back door like a raptor, you need me, you actors |
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Revelations, came in, deteurate men and women |
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MC's.... go home and smoke them leaves |
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Slice and dice, pure rate, my forte is swordplay |
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Chop-off-ya-limbs day, sway off strings of ligaments |
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This nigga bends, Kevlaar lives, and rock, black Timbs |
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Only wins, between punching, dungeon walls, and basements |
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Relentless, Killa Bee, sting like flying jellyfish |
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A king walks around, with a pen and a severed wrist |
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(Chorus: sample) |
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Oh... I want you to know |
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My life is yours to share |
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Just assured, as the skies are blue |
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I said.. |
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(Bronze Nazareth) |
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Yo, in the streets, jungles deep, run from man, haunted lands |
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Skeletons, they haunting man, you argue fam, we flaunting hands |
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It might just, let the pipes bust, in a birth canal, I creep from wells |
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With secret spells, that teach and tell, my speech'll kill, as deep as hills |
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As deep as steel, we dwell on scarred blocks, where they scar cops |
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They don't even come, for evening suns, I'm grieving, and be needing guns |
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Cause stocks and bonds are far beyond, the poverty lines, we stand for years |
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Hooded life, crimson rain, singing in the veil of tears |
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Trail of beers and vodka, I'm on a, different planet |
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I crack skulls like granite, that was blast out of cannon |
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From standing on porches, to handing off roach clips |
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I'm so swift, I broke ribs, and came back like Joe Gibbs |
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Blow kids out boxes, box cutters and glock clips |
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The loudest, obnoxious, shots, just woke me |
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From my worst, nightmare, we thirst for light years |
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Cause dark days and brain stays, over me, like no one seem |
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Can't control the scenes, I'm just an actor in the scripts of life |
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My pen poison is quick to strike, cause skin moistness, my kryptonite |
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I skipped a hype, and took the elevator, toward heaven's light |
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(Chorus) |