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Krayzie Bone Miscellaneous Silence ["Featuring Graveyard Shift"] Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug Mentality 1999 -Refrain- Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell them who you are Sin Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/ Rising above all Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ They cough as 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' just the other day cuz 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 chance to die/ Hold on to my 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 -Refrain- 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 pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the indo? Then cuz I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, "Who goes there? What the fuck you want?" Cuz I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker down, You on my ground So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts was to blast But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and paniced But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I could hear the sounds comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet into the bedroom, lock myself in, we couldn't see 'em/ Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured when they twisted it The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit the niggas up from head to toe A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh", then I look around Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready for war, I think I killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back around I say we show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your grave/ Rest In Peace you're not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this... -Refrain- Tombstone Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun the race Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/ All backwards/ It's shelled/ The killin' factor in jail/ The 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 you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I take/ Makin' it easy for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these last days, but thanks for the fun/ Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the earth like a puppet Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who you are by far Don't you tell them who you are -Refrain- |
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