The Great Migration - Bronze Nazareth, Think Differently

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

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

Oh… I want you to know

My life is yours to share

Just assured, as the skies are blue

I said.

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