there is no way in hell
that the blind can lead the blind
unless somebody play the dog
split personality
-ality
-ality
split personality
-ality
-ality
i'm in reality
waitin' for warfare
waitin' for warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
my army
marchin' factions
regime takin' over my body it seems
regime
regime
hear the eruption when i'm pumpin and bustin'
gotta give a concussion
lovin' the lust and plus to touch me
rush me
too much
you must be out of your mind
trust me
i'm the nigga dumpin'
tell 'em lovely
all the way from the clair to the po and down '71
we on to the c.o. and fuckin' with the b-o-n-e
hit the floor and go
and again we hit the door
ammo explode
rappin' in platinum
capo ballin' out of control
provoked emotions
devotion
capture bankroll
behold the unknown treasure
cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses
thrown over decomposed bodies froze
expose who chose to impose sleep
deceased
buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone
tragedy prolong memories
harmony
sing another sad song
unsolved mysteries involve society
only strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die off
the caught slippin'
steppin' in deep shit
ignorance lost
the pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless
in it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges
off on enemy targets
regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition
so mission accomplished
we're movin' in heaven's movie
my lil' nigga
watch out!
waitin' for warfare
waitin' for warfare
warfare
warfare
warfare
my army
marchin' factions
regime takin' over my body it seems
regime
regime
well i'm a soldier
fuck the tv
see me when they bring back 3d
even on eazy bookin' on me
lookin' at ruthless now
she so sleazy
gimme some cheese!
and i see that you're scheming on the comedians now
but leave me
bitch
you better believe can't nobody save you
when i move my music underground
and don't deceive me
please
get up off your knees
i'm all about business
ask animal
i ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written
did i piss you off?
on a mission in the midst of the demons
bankin' off my voice and makin' my choices
she don't even know me and i'm kickin' and screamin'
tryin' to get out my dreams
at least to keep me breathin'
even poisoned the noise
got me coverin' my ears
and save my tears for years
just for the joy
but i'm tellin' you boy
not here
i gotta get my paper
will the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?
hell yeah
nigga
no love
i thought you knew and nigga don't shove
cause i'm like
nigga what?
i'll fuck you up you know the rules
regime takin' over my body it seems
waitin' for warfare
i can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgue
the scorn in your soul may tell you to humiliate your enemies
have you not read the art of war?
absent-minded to the enduring
pouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my world
you gotta be out of your monkey-ass mind
no more will the look of medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs
retaliation
i can taste temptation
itchin'
instigatin' allegations
undertakin' sacred assassinations
dead presidents
weapons
and nations
independence foresaken
revelations in the making
bitch-made niggas breakin'
separate by segregation
hatred they motivation
no relation in this congregation
load weapons trigger detonations
bullet penetrate
men break
strain
pain and frustration; abstain
chain-reaction tribulations
safe to say you can't escape disaster when messin' with a master
unmask the ripsta's little riddler
nigga killas
gotta get you more money
come on my little brother
and i brung him - thug on
i got him fuckin' with the revolution
all on the retribution and execution
shootin'
let 'em
do 'em
get gone
done made a bomb bond
none of y'all pinned my strategize
i heard bizzy's fried
i heard bizzy died
but the word from bryon: surprise
i'm still alive with a militant mind
gotta hit it
will die in a minute
did he feel it?
well then get it
rewind
you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shine
but i'm'a get mine and i ain't lyin'
nigga everytime i sign the dotted line it's for the riot
nigga what you want to do and i ain't dyin' without you
in the silence will kill ya
it's the quiet ones who might peel ya
on the realer
on my lonely and i see that you're phoney
nobdy
phone me and surely i'm out the door and don't you come for me
it's still fuck? for sure
let it go
i know and boy i will enjoy a little toe to toe
but no
you'd probably involve the po po
and tell them that you went to jail with bizzy bone
it's on in the c.o.