The Great Migration-Zombie Western

(Intro: Bronze Nazareth) The Great Migration... grab on, it's free, nigga Pick it up from your local street corner, nigga By the fucking liquor store Yeah... check me, yo.. check mate (Bronze Nazareth) In the jungles, streets hard, flee God, doubt God Why God? Moms heard me scream, like I've been scorned The beef so supreme, Lord, vatos got hoes Playing for my house doughs, another dose of some vicadine Slicing in, jutting in, like sudden cutting wind And we got severe strokes, sword tip, pin popes, send folks To hell, when the doors close, it's hard here, my dear Kiss your chin, missed again, this is Michigan AKA Babylon Ceasar Sin, it's me again Grabbing at your back door like a raptor, you need me, you actors Revelations, came in, deteurate men and women MC's.... go home and smoke them leaves Slice and dice, pure rate, my forte is swordplay Chop-off-ya-limbs day, sway off strings of ligaments This nigga bends, Kevlaar lives, and rock, black Timbs Only wins, between punching, dungeon walls, and basements Relentless, Killa Bee, sting like flying jellyfish A king walks around, with a pen and a severed wrist (Chorus: sample) Oh... I want you to know My life is yours to share Just assured, as the skies are blue I said.. (Bronze Nazareth) Yo, in the streets, jungles deep, run from man, haunted lands Skeletons, they haunting man, you argue fam, we flaunting hands It might just, let the pipes bust, in a birth canal, I creep from wells With secret spells, that teach and tell, my speech'll kill, as deep as hills As deep as steel, we dwell on scarred blocks, where they scar cops They don't even come, for evening suns, I'm grieving, and be needing guns Cause stocks and bonds are far beyond, the poverty lines, we stand for years Hooded life, crimson rain, singing in the veil of tears Trail of beers and vodka, I'm on a, different planet I crack skulls like granite, that was blast out of cannon From standing on porches, to handing off roach clips I'm so swift, I broke ribs, and came back like Joe Gibbs Blow kids out boxes, box cutters and glock clips The loudest, obnoxious, shots, just woke me From my worst, nightmare, we thirst for light years Cause dark days and brain stays, over me, like no one seem Can't control the scenes, I'm just an actor in the scripts of life My pen poison is quick to strike, cause skin moistness, my kryptonite I skipped a hype, and took the elevator, toward heaven's light