Bizzy Bone Waitin` For Warfare Lyrics

Waitin` For Warfare Lyrics

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, -ality. 

Split personality, -ality, -ality. I'm in reality. 

[Foward 

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.] 

Bizzy: 

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 f**kin' with the B-O-N-E hit the floor 

and go, and again we hit the door. 


Capo: 

Ammo explode, rappin' in platinum, Capo ballin' out of 

control. Provoked emotions, devotion, capture 

bankroll, behold the unknow 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 (?) caught slippin', steppin' in 

deep shit, (...?...) Ignorance lost. (...?...) The 

pussy wish he had some balls to brawl with us 

heartless. In it 'til ya havin' a tendency to empy 

cartriges off on enemy targets [bit*h]. Regardless of 

felony charges still spittin' ammunition, so mission 

accomplished. 


Bizzy: 

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. 


Bizzy: 

Well I'm a soldier, f**k 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, bit*h. 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 f**k the thug? Hell yeah, nigga, no love. 

I thought you knew and nigga don't shove cause I'm 

like, nigga what? I'll f**k you up you know the 

rules. 


Regime takin' over 

my body it seems. 

Waitin' for 

warfare. 


I can smell your wicked rigormortis 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. 


Capo: 

Retaliation, I can taste temptation. Itchin', 

instigatin' allegations. Undertakin' sacred 

assassinations. Dead presidents, weapons, and 

nations. Independence foresaken. Revelations in the 

making. Bit*h-made niggas breakin'. Separate by 

segregation. Hatred they motivation. No relation in 

this congregation. Load weapons [B, pass me a clip!] 

trigger detonations. 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 (?) killas. 


Bizzy: 

Gotta get you more money, come on my little brother. 

And I brung him. Thug on. I got him f**kin' 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'm'a get mine and I ain't 

lyin'. Nigga everytime 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, nobdy. Phone me 

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

It's still f**k _____ 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.