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For many though, this birth place |
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Of the automobile and organized labor |
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Was seen as a promised land |
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For 25 years, sudden black migrated north |
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Seeking middle class prosperity |
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But by summer of 1967 |
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Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth] |
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Yo, you that wrong, |
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I crack a sky, a black dawn |
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Put your wallabies back on, it's time for a swarm |
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You that wrong, you get your |
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Timberlands blacked on |
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Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on [Bronze Nazareth:] |
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I blow dimes all up in your way, spit a dart in your face |
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You don't know me in the first place |
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My birthday equivalent to forty earthquakes |
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I smirk gray, polly on streets where the motors leaks |
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Kids hold heat cause they plates is gold |
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My weight's in goal, turn about face behold |
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The street scroll, never once flow, said wise old |
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Elder, I hear beats like |
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Helen Keller |
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Feel 'em straight out the speaker, to my animated blood flow |
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Pass records around like contaminated needle, heave hoe |
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My sound heavy like tree fall, |
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I flee halls, bleed through gauds |
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Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him |
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Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines |
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Smoke Philly's with my queen, |
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I'm still in the machine |
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DT's at my day job, talking bout the date room |
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They may drown me, my shadow too vicious |
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Can't keep them around me, hide 'em under the hoody |
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He live like |
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Whitney, intelligent like |
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Eli We ride like the genie, pass time |
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Like a clock used for a |
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Frisbee, George |
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Roll Wallstreet, that's the shoes that fit me [Chorus] [Bronze Nazareth:] |
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Burn a building, |
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Wu-Tang bats all in the sky |
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Causing a black day, |
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I see through the eye |
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Of a tornado, false feed with greater labels |
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Tower of babel labels, follow room when |
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I call the chrome |
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Tell home lord, |
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I slice you, |
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I engineer |
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Trains of thought, diabolical molecules |
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Light skin marksmen, part taming your follicles |
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Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too |
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About you, fuckin' with me, my |
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Clan emblem |
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Remember where it came from, four eye, cock and name one |
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Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat |
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Each rhymes |
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I wrote, aimed at the ivory coast |
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Piano keys |
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I tap, like a nervous child's knee |
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I served in the streets for the army of |
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God Bring your bomb squad, national guard, |
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I'm passin' through bars |
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Escapin' prison, armed with great vision |
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God given heredity, better be |
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The armed bank robber with pedigree [Chorus] "Think Differently!" |
