Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - Waitin' For Warfare lyrics

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[Bizzy]

There is no way in hell (marching factions...)

That the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin' 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)

Waitin' for warfare

Waitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare

My army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body it seems

Regime, regime (forward march) 



[Bizzy]

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



[Capo]

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 (bitch)

Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition

So mission accomplished



[Bizzy]

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



[Capo]

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 (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 messin' with a master

Unmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas



[Bizzy]

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.



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