Krayzie Bone - Silence текст песни

Sin:

Silence is neccessary,

don't tell them who you are.


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,

'cause 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.


Silence, silence,

silence, silence . . .


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

paused my Nintendo.

Then, I walk over to the window. Is it paranoia

from the indo? Then goes a thought, then another

thought: run and get the

pump. Who goes there? What the fuck you want?

'Cause I'll gone off that bud, and I'm a buck a

muthafucka down. You on

my grounds. Hope they got enough of rounds. All

of a sudden, I heard a crash. My first instincts was

to blast, but the

Mossberg didn't last. So I had to dash, ran

upstairs I was frantic and panicked, but I managed to

make it to the top to my

artillery shop. I was runnin', but I could hear the

(?) comin'. I don't know why--must think I got some

money. AK-47 and a

MAC-11. Jettin' to the bedroom, locked myself in;

the clip was in. 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 would hit, it hit the niggas

up from head to toe. Only escape, and I was out the

window, here I go. I

hit the ground, uh! Then I looked around, shook the

fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled. Callin' my

niggas, let's get ready for

war! I think I killed 'em all, but I know the devil

sendin' some more. So when they come back around, I

say we show 'em

rappin' don't mean a thing. And this is a gun, and

this is a grave. Rest in peace, you're not feelin'

me. Truly, Mr. Leatherface.

I'll

dedicate this.


Silence, silence,

silence, silence.


Tombstone:

Fight, movin' in the night [Watch out!]. Daylight,

takin' slow paces might outrun the race. Never wanna

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 thirty-eight. 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.


Sin:

Silence is necessary,

don't tell them who you are.