Bizzy Bone

Bizzy Bone - What U See songtekst

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[Intro: Bizzy]

Representing the one forever and ever and ever

We come to you from another dream

From another time, another station (it is only one true God)

Praise God in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit

(Could you tell meeeee)



[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]

Could you tell me what you see, you see, you see, you see

I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind) I can read your miiiiind

Hahaha; could you tell me where we'll be, we'll be, we'll be, we'll be

I can read yo' mind baby (I can read your mind)

I can read your, and I can read your mind (I can read your miiiiind)



[Bizzy Bone]

Most immaculate, elegant, pick up a piece of paper

Put ya Pamper on; scamper run, militant get ya Panther on

The crooked of tryin to pull a caper, cause they wanted a vision

Now it's honey-coated for the dumb shit; evil don't run shit

Wanna see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing

The essence to the fire and purge, deeper inside ya

Reaper be right behind ya, keep it movin be blessed

It's the test, only the best, beautiful love, yes!

Can't believe they wanna hold a brother back like this

God provide, ride through the pine without a dime

Baby think it's a crime, and she always get pissed

Get ya ego out the way, baby listen to this

I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism

Gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way

They don't even ask you for identification, what did he say?

Get ya money little homie, they'll never know you're okay



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

Listenin to bullshit, knockin on wood

Praise God don't get it misunderstood

While I was rollin through the hood

Boulevardio, you should (Let Me Love You)

like you was listenin to Mario, it seems that I can't budge you

But those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though, shake that, shake that

Money-maker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything

Somebody tell me who put the food on the motherfuckin, table

Pumpin up because the fuckin humans actin able

Lamb, cram to understand plan, baby boy like Clark Gable

Gone with the wind, with a full confession like Conseco

Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up

Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior - Jesus Christ

Ain't no weapon formed against us will prosper

Send the streets they needed medicine, and God'll send a doctor

Gon' break 'em off real proper

Even though they really don't want you to prosper

So now you judge me, and only God love me - ahh!



[Chorus]



[Bizzy Bone]

It ain't a question or a notion, commotion it'll just happen

Words written but we freestyle rappin

Keepin it movin and we groovin in the spirit for show

Bringin the light into a halt, and we caught, and it stop like whoa

Don't turn around, no rebirth in the salt, nigga let's roll

Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go, mmm

Purified clean, write it in chalk, don't even talk

Let's concentrate on the mission little baby walk

Some say it's a weapon, the weapon of weapon of mass destruction

of body combustin trust if it come outside

See it's real in the battlefield, plenty fuckin battle scars

Switchin rides, switchin cars diggin E, peep the stars

Where we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin

Bad wanna come me way, hey, he gon' keep talkin

And they wonder who, who's tellin 'em dodgin, God will provide the logic

Get the action in that you need through any ya problems, woo

Now if you accept it and you accepted just know that you're really respected

And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence

See he's a present, and it's comin from my heart in its essence

These words we meshin together for further evidence of the lessons

Are you likin what you feelin? Nah, I think I feel it

Not to be Marvin Gaye, but baby you need some (Healing)

So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feelin

Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin

Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin

That's the love you always enjoy to enlighten bein void

Gettin noid stay poised it's comin, don't you feel it?

You got it? I know you got it, you got it, I see you chillin

One love



[Chorus]




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