Artist: Bronze Nazareth Album: Think Differently Music: Wu-Tang Meets the Indie Culture Song: Black Dawn Typed by: CnoEvil@CHAMBERMUSIK.Com [Intro: sample] 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 [Chorus: Bronze Nazareth] 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 [Bronze Nazareth] 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 [Chorus] [Bronze Nazareth] 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 [Chorus] "Think Differently!"