| Yo, it’s Nazareth, baby
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| Yeah, you know what it is
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| Now do it, nigga, get it
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| Let’s smoke a heart… yeah. |
| yo.
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| Smoking a bold bogey, hoping the rose hold me down
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| So I can stroke a pound of gold ropes around my crown
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| Boldy tote the only pound I ever held, my mic is like
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| Whistling hollow tips from out of clips, that slip from solid grips
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| Feathers on the down floats, street measures that surround folks
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| Could drive an insane man, sane
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| Like crashing planes in the buildings, I got explaining to do
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| These crooks tricked the art and ran, like the stolen Van Gogh
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| Holding the candle, to the best of them, street veteran vandal
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| Settle and handle, season beef like electrical seats
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| I’m a beast, nigga, I call your bluff, like «You next, nigga»
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| You’d rather end a fight with me, with your index finger
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| I’m complexed, nigga, driving whips back to the plantation
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| You won’t understand of my lines, it takes much patience
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| My words so real, you can watch what I’m saying
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| My thoughts staying scary like you came in and caught God praying
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| To who, in heaven’s elevator, I vocally murder you
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| And past through like Ash Wednesday, unnoticed
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| Blend in, like cameras unfocused
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| The roaches scatter ashes, floaters
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| Slow as falling daggers, make your blood shatter
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| Multiple stab wound plaques, engineer trained from far over
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| Half moon tracks, and that’s that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stolen Van Gogh, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song The Great Migration, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп