| Lyrics: | {Bizzy}
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}
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, (?)
Ignorance lost (?)
The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us
heartless
In it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartriges
Off on enemy targets
(bitch)
Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition
So mission
accomplished
{Bizzy}
We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, |
