
Bronx Nights Ver:2
→....←....↑....↓....↗....↘ →...←...↑...↓...↗...↘ →..←..↑..↓..↗..↘ →.←.↑.↓.↗.↘ (drum bit) (drum bit) (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl) (aggressive male voice) [Hook] O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. [Verse 1] In the ghetto, bro, the rules are clear, Police are enemies, they bring us fear. Kevin's on the corner, hard as steel, But he's scared of cops, hides behind the wheel. [Chorus] Bronx, New York, our home, our world, Police all around, but we won't be hurled. Rhymes in broken style, hard to understand, We live as we can, won't change our stand. [Verse 2] They patrol the streets, flashing their lights, But we're like ninjas, hiding in the nights. Mic in hand, beats tearing ears apart, We're here to rock, bro, listen to our hearts. [Chorus] Bronx, New York, our home, our world, Police all around, but we won't be hurled. Rhymes in broken style, hard to understand, We live as we can, won't change our stand. [Hook] O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. →....←....↑....↓....↗....↘ →...←...↑...↓...↗...↘ →..←..↑..↓..↗..↘ →.←.↑.↓.↗.↘ (drum bit) (drum bit) (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl) (aggressive male voice) [Verse 3] Sirens howl, but we laugh back, They won't catch us, that's our knack. In rhymes and beats, we express protest, Ghetto's our home, here we're the best. [Chorus] Bronx, New York, our home, our world, Police all around, but we won't be hurled. Rhymes in broken style, hard to understand, We live as we can, won't change our stand. [Hook] O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. O-oh, Bro-o-onx, our ho-o-ome, our wo-o-orld, Poli-i-ice around, but we won't yie-i-eld. O-oh, rhy-y-hmes in bro-o-ken style, We li-i-ve how we ca-a-n, won't change our trial. [Ending] Ghetto's our home, here are our ways, With laughter and rhyme, we'll blaze our days. Bronx, New York, our battle cry, Police close by, but we reach for the sky. [Conclusion] Ghetto lives on, we’ll wear our pride, Our music’s like wings, for us to glide. In rhymes and beats, we found our freedom, Bronx, New York, we’ll always lead 'em (drum bit) (scratching vinyl) (scratching vinyl)

