| This is sacred land, my father’s land
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| (Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yo. yeah, yeah
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| Yo, yeah-yeah-yeah. |
| yo)
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| (Bronze Nazareth)
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| Yo my ravenous thoughts, savages taught
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| Massively brought axes and hatchets is soft
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| Records match dastardly cults
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| Graphics in vaults, flashes of magic is brought
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| You lack sight mothafucka your swords and masters are dull
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| We grapple and duck
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| You back in shackles and cuffs
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| Mathematical snuffs
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| Madness is lust i had to construct
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| ashes of thought, flashin whats tucked
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| passion as grimey as muck
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| A butcher has struck, hackin the surface of skulls
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| Lackin a purposeful, rational reason for swingin in halls
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| My Grammy is hand-writin on walls
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| I send lightning thru halls
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| that strike like wolverine claws
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| Raps are bullets that soar thru cartilage in ya jaw
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| filaments ligaments tore, thats how a pillage is born
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| I’m spillin ya soul, like wolves licking blades in the cold
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| My halo is old, got it from grand-dad when he died
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| Beagle sad eagle eyes stay dark as broken street lights
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| Deep as ocean sea life
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| Need me like gamblers need dice
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| Shambles and hoods wit steep blight
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| Thats why i couldn’t see right,
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| Once said «this couldn’t be life»
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| it hits like 3 pipes
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| I’m still ill as seasick slaves, dig emcees deepest graves
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| Wigs meet this amnesia shave, I bleed on page
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| then sleep wit rage
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| NIGGA READ EACH PAGE!
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| (Interlude: movie sample)
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| It rests on thirteen acres of Earth
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| Over the very center of Hell
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| He here is the first to offer, to the daring
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| To look into the final madning space
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| Between life, and death
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| With sights and sounds far beyond anything you tested
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| Avoid fainting…
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| (Bronze Nazareth)
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| Yo my sinister stings glimmer like ministers rings,
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| echo like singers who sing in hills and valleys of kings
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| Alleys and gallery art
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| Mallory Gatlin cold heart
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| travel when power line sparks
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| sour dimes devour my heart
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| Archery shower of darts
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| Cowards with flowers depart
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| Calculus algebra hard
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| Falcon beak arrowhead sharp
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| Marriage of marrow and bark
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| Stare at a mirror and crack it,
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| Carnage wit targets and ratchets
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| Suspense from dense winter habits
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| like keepin arms in our jackets
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| I farm this like a harvest
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| or crops in old Mayan forests
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| dying of thirst and a famine
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| Drivin' a hearse thru ya basement
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| my cadence is camen fiendin' ta bite when they say «Amen»
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| peeling cotton and slavin', thats how the blade spin like bottles
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| my kiss of death might’ve got u
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| stockin my shelters wit gospel
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| hot like lava on the bodies of models
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| Ra Amen apostle, hospital cut-throat
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| «MY GOD WHO SENT YOU!?» |
| asked the emcee for my neuss rope
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| I’m bogglin' kin folk
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| Modelin' hobblin' pen strokes
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| I’m wealthy in mental
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| you poor with chains and a limo
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| Language is terminal
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| Since urban servings is burning you
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| Lyrics seep-through, brain angles from deep roots
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| Chemical alchemy too
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| Throw u from balcony stoops
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| Isn’t he too… SICK like that chronic fatigue?
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| Deeper than subsonic leaves
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| pull on trees thats root-free…
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| (movie sample)
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| What happened was true
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| The most brutal series of crimes in America
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| This is just as real, just as close
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| Just as terrifying as being there
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| Even if one of them survives, what will be left?
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| After you stop screaming, you’ll start talking about it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poem Burial Ground, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song Bronzestrumentals Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп