Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Dawn, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song Wu-Tang Meets The Indie Culture, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.10.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Black Dawn |
For many though, this birth place |
Of the automobile and organized labor |
Was seen as a promised land |
For 25 years, sudden black migrated north |
Seeking middle class prosperity |
But by summer of 1967 |
Much of that hope, had turned to hopelessness |
Yo, you that wrong, I crack a sky, a black dawn |
Put your wallabies back on, it’s time for a swarm |
You that wrong, you get your Timberlands blacked on |
Jungle fatigues, bulletproof vests back on |
I blow dimes all up in your way, spit a dart in your face |
You don’t know me in the first place |
My birthday equivalent to forty earthquakes |
I smirk gray, polly on streets where the motors leaks |
Kids hold heat cause they plates is gold |
My weight’s in goal, turn about face behold |
The street scroll, never once flow, said wise old |
Elder, I hear beats like Helen Keller |
Feel 'em straight out the speaker, to my animated blood flow |
Pass records around like contaminated needle, heave hoe |
My sound heavy like tree fall, I flee halls, bleed through gauds |
Carry grym reaper in millimeter form, you spill a liter for him |
Born to take any soul, relentless henny flow, chops heads like guillotines |
Smoke Philly’s with my queen, I’m still in the machine |
DT’s at my day job, talking bout the date room |
They may drown me, my shadow too vicious |
Can’t keep them around me, hide 'em under the hoody |
He live like Whitney, intelligent like Eli |
We ride like the genie, pass time |
Like a clock used for a Frisbee, George Roll |
Wallstreet, that’s the shoes that fit me |
Burn a building, Wu-Tang bats all in the sky |
Causing a black day, I see through the eye |
Of a tornado, false feed with greater labels |
Tower of babel labels, follow room when I call the chrome |
Tell home lord, I slice you, I engineer |
Trains of thought, diabolical molecules |
Light skin marksmen, part taming your follicles |
Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too |
About you, fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem |
Remember where it came from, four eye, cock and name one |
Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat |
Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the ivory coast |
Piano keys I tap, like a nervous child’s knee |
I served in the streets for the army of God |
Bring your bomb squad, national guard, I’m passin' through bars |
Escapin' prison, armed with great vision |
God given heredity, better be |
The armed bank robber with pedigree |
«Think Differently!» |