Bizzy Bone: Waitin' For Warfare

aus dem Album: Heaven'z Movie

Songtext:
Bizzy: KFZ Klebefolie

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.
Geschichte des Parfüms
[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:
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Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum, Capo ballin' out of

control. Provoked emotions, devotion, capture

bankroll, behold the unknow 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 hotel la pergola andratx

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, watch out!

Waitin' for warfare. Waitin'

for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.

My army, marchin' factions, regime

takin' over my body it seems. Regime, regime. Begleitagentur in Duisburg


Bizzy:

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 Begleitservice Düsseldorf

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.


Regime takin' over Ostdeutsche Grundstücksauktionen

my body it seems.

Waitin' for

warfare.


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.

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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 nas-it

the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas.


Bizzy:

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 Immobilien Köln

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, nobdy. Phone me

an surely 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.