"THE SILENCE ISN'T OVER"
FLESH-N-BONE
The silence isn't over, but to the Flesh decrepitate,
no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done, and it don't matter
when you come,
really don't matter where your from, won't matter where you run.
Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' them up, bottom line with your business,
you gotta get a spot to handle it. Nigga, no slackin', lackin', me
trackin', me (?) is my best friend, there's my best friend, and I really
can't serve and swerve and Henessey seepin' down the side of the (?). See
the track in the back, strap 'cause them double double shots. Then,
the nigga goes (home) to get the (?) when about the block. Shoot the
spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to. Oh, I think he better
not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous. My niggas wanna
have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin', snatchin' up
strangers, anyone. None remaining, I get 'em all finished. Nigga,
wanna hear silence, makin' me (?), fuck it, set (pillows) on fire. Thought
it was over, nigga never the silence. I'm on the rise with a gun here
I come. Niggas ain't no muthafuckin' where to run, fin to get you some
of this redrum, find nowhere to hide. Well, even though you tried,
they got your body numb, done, done, done, 'till it be one nine ninety nine,
crime I find and then a nigga reap and catch your people by surprise.
Draped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife
and slice, and I'll pick off any who's (...?...), 'til your enemy dead. We
gon' meet you, get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled,
and to show it's not (?), I go to beat you.
The silence isn't over, but to the Flesh decrepitate,
no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done, and it don't matter
when you come,
really don't matter where your from, won't matter where you run.
A nigga been flippin' scripts over and over in the past from the wasteland,
made up of heartless soldiers. If you really bold enough, show it,
and I might blow up, rippin' apart they shoulders. Go on', but the darkness
rosed up, my people trippin', if you late to pay my money back on time, and
you better drop a dime or get fucked up, and your people won't find it all
funny. Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong, ever
had to get dealt with, gimme any lil' reason or purpose to pack a slug right
in his head. Hit it. Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his
health quick. Shit, but at least it be my honor, every now and then
a nigga felt like he had to hit 'em like I'm Jefferey Dahmer, but yet I'm
ready for battle, so get my armor, comin' for you, thinkin' to get you, nigga
wig-split you. What a pretty full blue moon. On the streets to
get bodies soon, and I doubt that we'll miss you. Every night we actin'
fool, better move yourself a little quicker, fast, and if ya thought you'd
get caught up in a wrath, no place to go stash, but he never made it.
Burner, hot incinerator, gotta 'em burnt to ash. 'Til he nothin'
but dust, I'm gonna keep bustin', from cussin', murda lets them pull triggers.
All of my niggas are devious. What, you really trust a family
full of gravediggas? Takin' no slaves, neither no prisoners.
Here, there, gotta get 'em all finished. Anyone brave? I
bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants. Every chance Flesh get
'em all diminished.
The silence isn't over, but to the Flesh decrepitate,
no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done, and it don't matter
when you come,
really don't matter where your from, won't matter where you run.
Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier. My troops come swoopin'
through to do the shootin', refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, G.
Didn't cost me, I'll be damned, now toss me the Mossy slam in the shells,
send 'em in one by one (saw a tint of light). (...?...), we spill
'em, tamin' fools. I load up my barrel, insane, who's to blame? Flesh
deck, at they chest, oh no, won't show none mercy. Betta run off in
the hearse, (?) have cursed on those who wanna hurt me. You feelin'
it the worst, feelin' up far, feelin' with the fifth dawg. Hear the
niggas' triggers peel 'em off in the coffin, chalk around 'em white, bloody
red. Afta Maff, nigga, that's your ass. Buckin' with the boss
in from Cleveland, and achievin', goes on the quest for heaven's sake I say,
yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol [Gunshot.] and wonder
where the demons clear my path receivin' that bullet path hit when I blast
ya, and the nigga (?) will outlast ya, creepin' on ah mo' come ups inflict
for mo' cash, get him, gone, but wanna bring it on? Do you
really, huh? No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit as
they see eternal droppin' down, and hit that ground, murda mo' ya, enforcer,
forcin' your so sure we're under sure not to call it war with warriors
stories of Flesh, and I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death
for the most of ya.
The silence isn't over, but to the Flesh decrepitate,
no time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done, and it don't matter
when you come,
really don't matter where your from, won't matter where you run.
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