Stolen Van Gogh

Yo, it's Nazareth, baby
Yeah, you know what it is
Get it, nigga, get it
Let's smoke a heart, yeah, yo

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 took the art and ran, like the stolen Van Gogh
Holding the candle, to the best of them, street veteran vandals
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 too 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 pass 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