Bronze Nazareth, Wu‐Tang Clan - Black Dawn Lyrics

For many though, this birthplace
Of the automobile and organized labor
Was seen as a promised land
For twenty-five years
Sudden Blacks migrated North, seeking middle-class prosperity
But by the summer of 1967
Much of that hope had turned to hopelessness (yo)

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, get your Timberlands blacked on
Jungle fatigues bulletproof vests back on

Yo, I blow dimes all up in your way
Spit a dart in your face
You don't know me in the first place
My birth date equivalent to forty earthquakes
I smirk gray, poli' on streets where the motors leak
Kids hold heat 'cause they place is cold
My weight's in gold, turn about face behold
The street scroll, never work slow, 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-ho
My sound heavy like tree fall, I flee halls, bleed through gauze
Carry Grim Reaper in millimeter form and 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 'em around me, hide 'em under the hoody
He live like Whitney, intelligent like Eli
We ride like the Jitney
Pass time like a clock used for a Frisbee
George Roll, Wallstreet, that's the shoes that fit me

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, get your Timberlands blacked on
Jungle fatigues bulletproof vests back on

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 ladles
Tower of Babel labels, follow room when I call the chrome
Go home, lord, I slice you
I engineer trains of thought, diabolical molecules
Light skin marksmen, part ten in your follicles
Twelve men equipped, seven rappers can vouch too
About you fuckin' with me, my Clan emblem
Remember where it came from 'fore I cock and aim one
Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat
These 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

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, get your Timberlands blacked on
Jungle fatigues bulletproof vests back on

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