waitin' for warfare
bizzy bone
that the blind can lead the blind
unless somebody play the dog
regime takin' over my body it seems
hear the eruption when i'm pumpin and bustin'
lovin' the lust and plus to touch me
you must be out of your mind
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
and again we hit the door
capo ballin' out of control
behold the unknown treasure
cherish your soul precious as solid gold roses
thrown over decomposed bodies froze
expose who chose to impose sleep
buried six feet deep beneath hollow stone
unsolved mysteries involve society
only strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die off
the pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless
in it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges
regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition
we're movin' in heaven's movie
regime takin' over my body it seems
see me when they bring back 3d
even on eazy bookin' on me
and i see that you're scheming on the comedians now
you better believe can't nobody save you
when i move my music underground
i ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness written
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'
and save my tears for years
will the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?
i thought you knew and nigga don't shove
i'll fuck you up you know the rules
regime takin' over my body it seems
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
undertakin' sacred assassinations
revelations in the making
bitch-made niggas breakin'
no relation in this congregation
load weapons trigger detonations
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
come on my little brother
and i brung him - thug on
i got him fuckin' with the revolution
all on the retribution and execution
none of y'all pinned my strategize
but the word from bryon: surprise
i'm still alive with a militant mind
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 my lonely and i see that you're phoney
phone me and surely i'm out the door and don't you come for me
it's still fuck? for sure
i know and boy i will enjoy a little toe to toe
you'd probably involve the po po
and tell them that you went to jail with bizzy bone