Bizzy Bone

Waitin For Warefare

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H.I.T.L.A.H Capo-Confuscious
-Bizzy Bone-Intro-
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 Bone-
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, time ta parlay/ Ignorance lost / The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless/ In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartridges/ Off on enemy targets (Nitch)/ Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition/ So mission accomplished
-Bizzy Bone-
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
-Bizzy Bone-
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
-Bizzy Bone-
Regime takin' over my body it seems/ Waitin' for warfare
-Bizzy Bone-
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 thats the mo killas
-Bizzy Bone-
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, nobody/ Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me/ It's still fuck Gary Coleman 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.


Writer/s: B.B. Gambini / Eric Nordquist