Bizzy Bone: Waitin' for warfare

[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, -alitySplit personality, -ality, -alityI'm in reality (foward march)Waitin' for warfareWaitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfareMy army, marchin' factions, regime takin' over my body it seemsRegime, regime (forward march)[Bizzy]Hear the eruption when I'm pumpin and bustin', gotta give a concussionLovin' the lust and plus to touch me, rush meToo much, you must be out of your mindTrust me, I'm the nigga dumpin', tell 'em lovelyAll the way from the Clair to the PO and down '71We on to the C.O. and fuckin' with the B-O-N-EHit the floor and go, and again we hit the door[Capo]Ammo explode, rappin' in platinumCapo ballin' out of control, provoked emotionsDevotion, capture bankroll, behold the unknown treasureCherish your soul precious as solid gold rosesThrown over decomposed bodies frozeExpose who chose to impose sleepDeceased, buried six feet deep beneath hollow stoneTragedy prolong memories, harmony, sing another sad songUnsolved mysteries involve societyOnly strong minds survive holocaust victims soft in our life die offThe (?) caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit, (?)Ignorance lost (?)The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartlessIn it'til ya havin' a tendency to empy cartrigesOff on enemy targets (bitch)Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunitionSo mission accomplished[Bizzy]We're movin' in heaven's movie, my lil' nigga, watch out!Waitin' for warfareWaitin' for warfare, warfare, warfare, warfareMy army, marchin' factionsRegime takin' over my body it seemsRegime, regimeWell I'm a soldier, fuck the TVSee me when they bring back 3DEven on Eazy bookin' on me, lookin' at Ruthless nowshe so sleazy, gimme some cheese!And I see that you're scheming on the comedians nowBut leave me, bitchYou better believe can't nobody save youWhen I move my music undergroundAnd don't deceive me, please, get up off your kneesI'm all about business, ask AnimalI ain't your victim and a witness to the sickness writtenDid I piss you off?On a mission in the midst of the demonsBankin' off my voice and makin' my choicesShe 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 earsAnd save my tears for years, just for the joyBut I'm tellin' you boy, not here, I gotta get my paperWill the rapist pull my plug and fuck the thug?Hell yeah, nigga, no loveI thought you knew and nigga don't shoveCause I'm like, nigga what?I'll fuck you up you know the rulesRegime takin' over my body it seemsWaitin' for warfareI can smell your wicked rigormortis a mile from the morgueThe scorn in your soul may tell you to humiliate your enemiesHave you not read the Art of War?Absent-minded to the enduringPouring your cup of damnation in the midst of my worldYou gotta be out of your monkey-ass mindNo more will the look of Medusa seduce the predecessors and entrepreneurs[Capo]Retaliation, I can taste temptationItchin', instigatin' allegationsUndertakin' sacred assassinationsDead presidents, weapons, and nationsIndependence foresakenRevelations in the makingBitch-made niggas breakin'Separate by segregationHatred they motivationNo relation in this congregationLoad weapons (B, pass me a clip!) trigger detonationsBullet penetrate, men break, strainPain and frustration; abstainChain-reaction tribulationsSafe to say you can't escape disaster when messin' with a masterUnmask the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga (?) killas[Bizzy]Gotta get you more money, come on my little brotherAnd I brung him - thug onI got him fuckin' with the revolutionAll on the retribution and executionShootin', let 'em, do 'emGet gone, done made a bomb bondNone of y'all pinned my strategizeI heard Bizzy's fried, I heard Bizzy diedBut the word from Bryon:Surprise, I'm still alive with a militant mindGotta hit it, will die in a minute, did he feel it?Well then get itRewind, you just trippin' on a nigga tryin' to shineBut I'm'a get mine and I ain't lyin'Nigga everytime I sign the dotted line it's for the riotNigga what you want to do and I ain't dyin' without youIn the silence will kill ya, it's the quiet ones who might peel yaOn the realer, on my lonely and I see that you're phoney, nobdyPhone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for meIt's still fuck ? for sure, let it goI know and boy I will enjoy a little toe to toeBut no, you'd probably involve the po poAnd tell them that you went to jail with Bizzy BoneIt's on in the C.O.