| Silence (Krayzie Bone feat. Sin and Tombstone) |
| Sin: Formulate a different tactic. Let's sing anthems. No stereotypical categorizin, risin above all makeshift realitites. Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men. They cougha s lungs inhale; exhale poisonous gases. Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good health. Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt. I felt like dyin jus the other day, cause Satan was tryin. Walkin too close by my side. Stay still. Please don't move. Your soul you could lose. No cryin, where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough. All right, I'll ride. In due time, we'll get our chanbce to die. Hold on tomy mind. No use for guns or drugs, need more love. But yet and still slugs gets fired off constantly. Immorally, destroyin my holy oracle, but I just ignore it though. Keep a steady pace, just movin slow, slow. Just movin slow. Silence, silence, silence, silence...... |
| Krayzie: As I sit in my livin room chillin in my thug mood, I begin to hear noises comin from the other room. So I paused my Nintendo. Then. I walk over to the window. Is it paranoia from the indo? Then goes a thought, then another thought: run and get the pump. Who goes there? What the f*ck you want? Cause I'm gone off that bud, and I'm a buck a muthafuka down. You on my grounds. Hope they got enough of rounds. All of a sudden, I heard a crash. My first instincts was to blast, but the Mossberg didn't last. So I had to dash, ran up stairs I was frantic and panicked, but I managed to make it to the top of my artillery shop. I was runnin, but I could hear the suckas comin. I don't know why---must think I got some money. Ak-47 and a MAC-11. Jettin to the bedroom, locked myself in; the clip was in. Teach em a lesson: it ain't healty to rob. They fin to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob. Just like I figured, when the twisted it, the AK-47 was hot! I had to drop it, I emtied it. The MAC-11 would hit, it hit the niggas up from head to toe. Only escape, adn I was out the windoe, here I go. I hit the ground, uh! Then I looked around, shook the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled. Callin my niggas, let's get ready for war! I think I killed em all, but I know the devil sendin soem more. So when they come back around, I say we show em rappin don't mean a thing. And this is a gun, and this is a grave. Rest in peace, you're not reelin me. Truly, Mr. Leatherface. I'll dedicate this. Silence, silence, silence, silence. |
| Tombstone: Fight, movin in the night (Watch out!). Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race. Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic. All backwards, it's shelled, the killin factor in jail. Teh streets is hell. You can tell by the smell. Off with his head, oh well! You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same. It's a shame how they watch you, stalk yoiu; pinnin every step I make, knowin every breath I take. Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a thirty-eight. They be buckin on n*ggas in these last days, but ahnks for the fun! Can't stay focused, causin ruckus. The devil done played with the earth like a puppet, now we all in f*cked sh*t. That's why silence is necessary, don't tell em who you are by far. Don't you tell them who you are. Sin: Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are. |