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The silence isn't over, but the Flesh decrepitate

no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done

And it don't matter when you come

really don't matter where you're from

won't matter where you run



[Flesh-N-Bone]

Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up

Bottom line with your business

You gotta get a spot to handle it

Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me trackin'

Me ? is my best friendm there's my best friend

And I really can't serve and swerve and Henessey

seepin' down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep)

See the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots

Then, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the block

Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to

Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous

My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin'

snatchin' up strangers, anyone

None remaining, I get 'em all finished

Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin' me ?, fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire

Thought it was over, niggas never the silence

I'm on the rise with a gun here I come

Niggas ain't no muthafuckin' where to run

fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide

Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb

Done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine, crime I

find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise

Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?

You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife and slice

And I'll pick off any who's ?, 'til your enemy dead

We gon' meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled

and to show you it's not ?, I go to beat you 



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[Flesh-N-Bone]

A niggas been flippin' scripts over and over in the past 

from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers

If you really bold enough, shot it, and I might blow up, rippin' apart they 

shoulders

Go on', but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin'

if you late to pay my money back on time 

And you better drop a dime or get fucked up

And your people won't find it all funny

Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong

ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil' reason or purpose 

to pack a slug right in his head; hit it

Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick

Shit, but at least it be my honor

ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit 'em like I'm Jefferey Dahmer

But yet I'm ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you

Thinkin' to get you, nigga wig-split you

What a pretty full blue moon

On the streets to get bodies soon

and I thought that we miss you

Every night we actin' fool

Better move yourself a little quicker

fast, and if ya thought you'd get caught up in a wrath

No place to go stash what he left for me

Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash

'Til he nothin' but dust, I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin'

Murda let's them pull triggers

All of my niggas are devious

What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?

Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners

Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished

Anyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants

Every chance Flesh get 'em all diminished



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[Flesh-N-Bone]

Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier

My troops come swoopin' through to do the shootin'

refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, G

Didn't cost me, I'll be damned

Now toss me the Mossy Slam and the shells

(so the wind burn, saw a tint of light)

?, we spill 'em, tamin' fools

I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame?

Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy

Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me

You feelin' it worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg

Hear the niggas' triggers peel 'em, off in the coffin

chalk around 'em white, bloody red

Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass

Buckin' with the boss in from Cleveland, and achievin'

goes on the west for heaven's sake I say

Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot)

and wonder where the demons clear my path 

receivin' that bullet path hit when I blast ya

And the niggas ? will outlast ya

Creepin on ah mo' come ups inflict for mo' cash

Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on?

Do you really, huh?

No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit 

as they see eternal droppin' down

And hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer

forcin' your so sure we're under sure not to call it war with warriors 

stories of Flesh

And I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya



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