And still men and women drag out their lives in misery. The nightmare continues. Blinded, disfigured and mentally scared.
Can you hear the sound of an enormous door slamming in the depths of hell. The possibility of life's destruction. Can you hear the cries of pain the mournful sound.
A smoldering wilderness. Mass death and destruction. Mass death and destruction. . Millions dead and dying. Mass death and destruction. Mass death and destruction.
The smell of death is near. It's presence ever near. The final blood bath is coming. It's just around the corner.
Cut down by machine gun fire. The blood runs red/The blood runs red. Hot lead rips through flesh.
Mother Dear Mother. It's Cold Tonight. Like Every Other. Every Other Night. But I Never Feel. Feel It Anyway. I'm Gonna Need Something. Something Soon.
Thinkin' again. My mind runnin' crazy. Chasin' old memories. Like ghosts in the wind. . I swear to my heart. That you're out of my head. But then I forget.
My heart is hangin' on every word you say. Right now all logic's stripped away. It doesn't analyze your sincerity. It only listens and believes. Don't whisper.
Well, my mind is goin' through them changes. I feel just like mittin' of time. Every time you see me goin' somewhere. I know I'm goin' outta my mind, yeah.
[Chorus]. Don't try to hustle me. Better getcha dolla dolla. Better getcha paper, man. Don't try ta hustle meh. I ain't no dummy, man. . Gonna getcha...
>>Intro. We have 3 minutes till travel begins.. These are your watches. Set them at 2 and 30 seconds.. . >>Chorus ;; Bizzy Bone 8 Times. Step into the time travel.
Rewind that shit.. To the top, to to the top, we goin'. To the top, to to the top, we goin'. To the top, to to the top, we goin'. To the top, to to the top, we goin'.
For the ghetto media. Don't let the light skin fool y'all. I will fuck you up. . Chorus: Bizzy Bone. . This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry (3X).
As time keep passin' us by in my community. Wathcin' the children die. Bitch made police and the brutality. Prozac and Ritalin, that ain't what we need.
yeah - the world aint yours.... . the world aint your thug wa aha h ah orld these last day yah better prepare for war. chorus:. hey thug world the world aint yours thug wo aha ha h orld these last days yah better prepare for war yah better prepare for warX2.
[Intro: Bizzy]. Yeah, one love, one love. Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house. Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in the mother-kirrt house.
[[INTRO Ye ye// (one time//) one setup /no enemies// Allah /(is for my people) if you have no enemies there is no reason for you to ride on this one right here baby/ (na meen b /war) yeah.
Hahaha, aight rock your shit homie (c'mon). . [Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]. Ooh, I guess they don't know (know). I'm finna call up David and we marchin on them bitches to the South Pole.
For the Menensky tribe worldwide. (will you please sing along with the old negro spiritual?). . [Chorus] 2x. The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire..
Coming to you straight from cosmos by the way of Gabriel. With the Grim reaper on my shoulders. . I look into the soul,. The spirits are hypnotized. And I defy every rule that I know (I know, I know).