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Bizzy Bone

Waitin' For Warfare

 

Waitin' For Warfare

(albüm: Heaven'z Movie - 1998)


There is no way in hell (marching factions...)
That the blind can lead the blind (...regime taking over my body...)
Unless somebody play the dog (...intertwined into my soul)
Split personality, -ality, -ality
Split personality, -ality, -ality
I'm in reality (foward march)
Waiting for warfare
Waiting for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marching factions, regime taking over my body it seems
Regime, regime (forward march)

Hear the eruption when I'm pumpin and busting, gotta give a concussion
Loving the lust and plus to touch me, rush me
Too much, you must be out of your mind
Trust me, I'm the nigga dumping, tell 'em lovely
All the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71
We on to the C.O. and fucking with the B-O-N-E
Hit the floor and go, and again we hit the door

Ammo explode, rapping in platinum
Capo balling 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 those 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 broad caught slipping, stepping in deep shit, raw thoughts evolve
Ignorance lost, weapons for cost
The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless
In it'til ya having a tendency to empty cartridges
Off on enemy targets (bitch)
Regardless of felony charges still spitting ammunition
So mission accomplished

We're moving in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out!
Waiting for warfare
Waiting for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare
My army, marching factions
Regime taking 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 booking on me, looking 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
Banking off my voice and making my choices
She don't even know me and I'm kicking and screaming
Trying to get out my dreams, at least to keep me breathing
Even poisoned the noise, got me covering my ears
And save my tears for years, just for the joy
But I'm telling 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 taking over my body it seems
Waiting 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
Tension, instigating allegations
Undertaking sacred assassinations
Dead presidents, weapons, and nations
Independence foresaken
Revelations in the making
Bitch-made niggas breaking
Separate by segregation
Hatred they motivation
No relation in this congregation
Load weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger detonations
Bullet penetrate, men break, strain
Pain and frustration; abstain
Chain-reaction tribulations
Safe to say you can't escape disaster when messing with a master
Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga natural born killas

Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother
And I brung him thug on
I got him fucking with the revolution
All on the retribution and execution
Shooting, 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 tripping on a nigga trying to shine
But I'm'a get mine and I ain't lying
Nigga everytime I sign the dotted line it's for the riot
Nigga what you want to do and I ain't dying 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

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