| Black Royalty, kid…
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| Soak your soul in it, baby…
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| We had many questions (we love ya’ll)
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| Black Royalty, yo, yo
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| Royal golden, watch my inner soul flowing
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| Like leaves in a Galilee, current towards the ocean
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| Grab it and smoke one, but don’t overdose lungs
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| I’ll trade you these scriptures, if you hand me your guns
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| Made it for students in the school of life
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| I could write a sunray, author of full moon’s light
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| My words are sutures to a broken future
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| That stitch skies together, lift you to God, when we lose ya
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| I speak planets, think marbles, deep pharoahs
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| Bleed messages, tell the welfare kids
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| Play Saturn’s rings around a splattered kid’s wig
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| Send him to Heaven’s gates, to earn his severed wings
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| I great the fallen angels with a second chance
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| On the blankets of death, like winter Indian chants
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| My thoughts float through the city, homeless men heard me
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| Found more dreams in my rhymes, than that flask of wild turkey
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| Open and pour it, withdraw it, before we sipped it
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| Put his bottle in his coat and said «that kid is gifted»
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| Follow a spiral staircase into my brain wave
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| Count every step and see exactly where the pain lays
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| Align my watch with a biological clock
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| Drag the moon into a womb, tell your child, you could watch
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| Then maybe you’ll never leave, fatherless child as a seed
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| Black Royalty, the horns, my word crowned in habitat
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| On the black top, I spoke to Judas, he regretted that
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| Metal gat, my habits like fresh fleets of heroin
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| Look close, and saw the map of Detroit streets, in his arm
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| The city climbed in that old picture of me in the frame
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| And asked the man, if you should know, why the fuck I changed
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| Told him with no expression, words be on the page
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| Written in goblins, ghosts & the haemoglobin, the slaves
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| I drew blood in the shape of the Wu symbol
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| Wrote rhymes with hieroglyphics, left a mystics with temples
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| Carefully build each bar like I rather eat in jail
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| Then smoke from the same plants, black magic used to hail
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| And blow the residue in the 9/11 wind direction
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| Stranger than fiction, how those buildings stand as missing
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| Back in deep thought like a rich man now homeless
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| Stroke the file like intern’s hips and melted moments
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| This is triumphant warrior overthrow
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| Vivid like my face carved in black foot totem pole
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| They ask whose the Wu-Tang poet so graphic
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| They send him towards The Wisemen and he came The Nazareth |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Black Royalty , by - Bronze Nazareth. Song from the album The Great Migration, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп