Stolen Van Gogh

歌詞

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