this threads been sleepin....Bronze ain't come around in a while damn..
lyrics to The Great Migration track
great fuckin song....love the flow and the structure of the verses...and the beat is just like scary..
lotta shit i'd like to have explained and/or cleared up on this one..
Yo, in the jungle
Streets hard, flee God
doubt God, why God?
moms heard me scream, like i been scorned
the beef so supreme lord
five toes, got hoes
playin for my house doughs
another dose of vicatin
slicin it, juttin in like sudden cuttin winds
and we got severe strokes, sword-tip
pen-pokes, send folks to hell
when the doors close, its hard here
my dear, kiss ya chin, miss again
this is Michigan, aka Babylon seas of sin
its me again, grabbin at ya backdoor like a rap-tor
you need me you ac-tors
revelations, came in, deterioratin men and women emcees....
go home and smoke them leaves..
Slice and dice, puree, my forte
is swordplay, chop off ya limbs day
sway off strings of ligaments
this nigga bends kept my limbs (??) and rock
black Timbs, only wins between pungent
dungeon walls and basements
Relentless, killa bee
sting like flyin jellyfish
A king who walks around, wit a pen, and a severed wrist
Yo, in the streets
Jungles deep, run from man, haunted land
skeletons they hauntin man, you argue fam we flauntin hands
and might just let the pipes bust
in the birth canal, I creep from wells, wit secret spells to teach and tell
my speech'll kill, its steep as hills
Its deeper still, we dwell on scarred blocks
where they scar cops, they don't even come
for evening suns, i'm grievin, and be needin guns
cuz stocks and bonds are far beyond the poverty lines we stand for years
Hooded life, crimson rain, singin in a veil of tears
trail of beers and vodka, i'm on a--different planet
i crack skulls like granite, that was blast outta cannons
From standin on porches, to handin 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, cuz dark days and grain stays
over me like no one seen
Can't control the scenes, i'm just an actor
in the scripts of life, my pen poison is quick to strike cuz skin moistness (??) my kryptonite, i skipped the hype
and took the elevator, towards Heaven's light....
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