Waitin For Warfare

Bizzy Bone:
The is no way in hell (marching factions...) that the blind can lead the blind (...regime takin over my body...), unless some body play the dog (...intertwined into my soul.). Split personality, ailtiy, ailtiy, Split personality, ality, aility. I'm in reality.
(Forward March)
Waitin for warfare. Waritn for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare. My army, marchin factions, regime takin over my body it seems. Regime, regime.
(Forward March)

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 exlode, 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 toimpose 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 fie off. The (?) caught slippin, steepin in deep sh*t, (....?...). Ignorance lost. (....?..) The p*ssy wish he had some balls to brawl with us hearless. In it til ya havin a tendency to empty catridges off on enemy targets (b*tch). Regardless of felony charges still spittin ammunition, so mission accomplished.

Well I'm a soldier, f*ck 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, b*tch. 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 poisioned 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 semll you 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 you 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:
Retalitation, I can taste temptation. Itchin, instigatin allegations. Undertakin sacred assassinations. Dead presidents, weapons, and nations. Independence foresaken. Revelations in the making. B*tchmade n*ggas 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, starin. Pain and frustatration. Abstain. Cahin reaction triblutations. Safge to say you can't escape disaster when messin with a master. Un-mask the Ripsta's little riddler, n*gga (?) killas.

Bizzy:
Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother. And I brung him. Thug on. I got him f*ckin with the revolution all on the retrobution and execution. Shootin, let em do em. Get gone, done amde a bomb bond. None of yall pinned my strategize. I heard Bizzy's fried, I head 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 n*gga tryin to shine, but Imma get mine and I aint lyin. N*gga evertime I sign the dotted line it's for the riot. N*gga what you want to do and I ain't gyin 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 your phoney, nobody. Phone me and sure 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.