Waitin' For Warfare Lyrics - Heaven'z Movie - Bizzy Bone

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 

(Forward 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) 

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 

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 [unverified] caught slippin', steppin' in deep shit [unverified] 

Ignorance lost [unverified] 

The pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us heartless 

In it 'til ya havin' a tendency to empty cartridges 

Off on enemy targets 

(Bitch) 

Regardless of felony charges still spittin' ammunition 

So mission accomplished 

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 

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 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 my body it seems 

Waitin' for warfare 

I can smell your wicked rigor mortis 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 

Retaliation, I can taste temptation, itchin', instigatin' allegations 

Undertakin' sacred assassinations 

Dead presidents, weapons and nations 

Independence forsaken, revelations in the making 

Bitch-made niggas breakin', separate by segregation 

Hatred they motivation, no relation in this congregation 

Load weapons trigger detonations 

(B, pass me a clip) 

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 the Ripsta's little riddler, nigga [unverified] killas 

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 nigga tryin' to shine 

But I'ma get mine and I ain't lyin' 

Nigga, every time 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, nobody 

Phone me and surely I'm out the door and don't you come for me 

It's still fuck [unverified] 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.