Songtexte The Great Migration - Bronze Nazareth
                                                (Intro: 
                                                Bronze 
                                                Nazareth)
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                Great 
                                                Migration... 
                                                grab 
                                                on, 
                                                it's 
                                                free, 
                                                nigga
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pick 
                                                it 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                local 
                                                street 
                                                corner, 
                                                nigga
 
                                    
                                
                                                By 
                                                the 
                                                fucking 
                                                liquor 
                                                store
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah... 
                                                check 
                                                me, 
                                                yo. 
                                                check 
                                                mate
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Bronze 
                                                Nazareth)
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                jungles, 
                                                streets 
                                                hard, 
                                                flee 
                                                God, 
                                                doubt 
                                                God
 
                                    
                                
                                                Why 
                                                God? 
                                                Moms 
                                                heard 
                                                me 
                                                scream, 
                                                like 
                                                I've 
                                                been 
                                                scorned
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                beef 
                                                so 
                                                supreme, 
                                                Lord, 
                                                vatos 
                                                got 
                                                hoes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Playing 
                                                for 
                                                my 
                                                house 
                                                doughs, 
                                                another 
                                                dose 
                                                of 
                                                some 
                                                vicadine
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slicing 
                                                in, 
                                                jutting 
                                                in, 
                                                like 
                                                sudden 
                                                cutting 
                                                wind
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                got 
                                                severe 
                                                strokes, 
                                                sword 
                                                tip, 
                                                pin 
                                                popes, 
                                                send 
                                                folks
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                hell, 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                doors 
                                                close, 
                                                it's 
                                                hard 
                                                here, 
                                                my 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kiss 
                                                your 
                                                chin, 
                                                missed 
                                                again, 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                Michigan
 
                                    
                                
                                                AKA 
                                                Babylon 
                                                Ceasar 
                                                Sin, 
                                                it's 
                                                me 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Grabbing 
                                                at 
                                                your 
                                                back 
                                                door 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                raptor, 
                                                you 
                                                need 
                                                me, 
                                                you 
                                                actors
 
                                    
                                
                                                Revelations, 
                                                came 
                                                in, 
                                                deteurate 
                                                men 
                                                and 
                                                women
 
                                    
                                
                                                MC's... 
                                                go 
                                                home 
                                                and 
                                                smoke 
                                                them 
                                                leaves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Slice 
                                                and 
                                                dice, 
                                                pure 
                                                rate, 
                                                my 
                                                forte 
                                                is 
                                                swordplay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chop-off-ya-limbs 
                                                day, 
                                                sway 
                                                off 
                                                strings 
                                                of 
                                                ligaments
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                nigga 
                                                bends, 
                                                Kevlaar 
                                                lives, 
                                                and 
                                                rock, 
                                                black 
                                                Timbs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Only 
                                                wins, 
                                                between 
                                                punching, 
                                                dungeon 
                                                walls, 
                                                and 
                                                basements
 
                                    
                                
                                                Relentless, 
                                                Killa 
                                                Bee, 
                                                sting 
                                                like 
                                                flying 
                                                jellyfish
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                king 
                                                walks 
                                                around, 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                pen 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                severed 
                                                wrist
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus: 
                                                sample)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh... 
                                                    I 
                                                want 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                yours 
                                                to 
                                                share
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                assured, 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                skies 
                                                are 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                said.
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Bronze 
                                                Nazareth)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yo, 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                streets, 
                                                jungles 
                                                deep, 
                                                run 
                                                from 
                                                man, 
                                                haunted 
                                                lands
 
                                    
                                
                                                Skeletons, 
                                                they 
                                                haunting 
                                                man, 
                                                you 
                                                argue 
                                                fam, 
                                                we 
                                                flaunting 
                                                hands
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                might 
                                                just, 
                                                let 
                                                the 
                                                pipes 
                                                bust, 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                birth 
                                                canal, 
                                                    I 
                                                creep 
                                                from 
                                                wells
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                secret 
                                                spells, 
                                                that 
                                                teach 
                                                and 
                                                tell, 
                                                my 
                                                speech'll 
                                                kill, 
                                                as 
                                                deep 
                                                as 
                                                hills
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                deep 
                                                as 
                                                steel, 
                                                we 
                                                dwell 
                                                on 
                                                scarred 
                                                blocks, 
                                                where 
                                                they 
                                                scar 
                                                cops
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                don't 
                                                even 
                                                come, 
                                                for 
                                                evening 
                                                suns, 
                                                I'm 
                                                grieving, 
                                                and 
                                                be 
                                                needing 
                                                guns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                stocks 
                                                and 
                                                bonds 
                                                are 
                                                far 
                                                beyond, 
                                                the 
                                                poverty 
                                                lines, 
                                                we 
                                                stand 
                                                for 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hooded 
                                                life, 
                                                crimson 
                                                rain, 
                                                singing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                veil 
                                                of 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                Trail 
                                                of 
                                                beers 
                                                and 
                                                vodka, 
                                                I'm 
                                                on 
                                                a, 
                                                different 
                                                planet
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                crack 
                                                skulls 
                                                like 
                                                granite, 
                                                that 
                                                was 
                                                blast 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                cannon
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                standing 
                                                on 
                                                porches, 
                                                to 
                                                handing 
                                                off 
                                                roach 
                                                clips
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                so 
                                                swift, 
                                                    I 
                                                broke 
                                                ribs, 
                                                and 
                                                came 
                                                back 
                                                like 
                                                Joe 
                                                Gibbs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blow 
                                                kids 
                                                out 
                                                boxes, 
                                                box 
                                                cutters 
                                                and 
                                                glock 
                                                clips
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                loudest, 
                                                obnoxious, 
                                                shots, 
                                                just 
                                                woke 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                my 
                                                worst, 
                                                nightmare, 
                                                we 
                                                thirst 
                                                for 
                                                light 
                                                years
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cause 
                                                dark 
                                                days 
                                                and 
                                                brain 
                                                stays, 
                                                over 
                                                me, 
                                                like 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                seem
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                control 
                                                the 
                                                scenes, 
                                                I'm 
                                                just 
                                                an 
                                                actor 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                scripts 
                                                of 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                pen 
                                                poison 
                                                is 
                                                quick 
                                                to 
                                                strike, 
                                                cause 
                                                skin 
                                                moistness, 
                                                my 
                                                kryptonite
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                skipped 
                                                    a 
                                                hype, 
                                                and 
                                                took 
                                                the 
                                                elevator, 
                                                toward 
                                                heaven's 
                                                light
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Chorus)
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 In the Beginning - Intro
2 The Pain
3 More Than Gold (feat. Timbo King)
4 Killa Beez Attack (Skit)
5 The Bronzeman (feat. Killa Sin)
6 One Plan (feat. Byata)
7 Instrumental Interlude
8 Stolen Van Gogh
9 5th Chamber (feat. 12:00, Sean Price & Prodigal Sunn)
10 Stupid F@#king White Man (Skit)
11 Good Morning (A Nice Hell)
12 Rare Breed (feat. Phillie)
13 Hear What I Say
14 Black Royalty
15 Detroit (feat. Phillie & Kevlaar 7)
16 $ (aka Cash Rule)
17 Poem Burial Ground
18 The Great Migration
19 Bronze Halls - Outro
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