Chorus:
The silence isn`t over, but 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 you`re from
won`t matter where you run
[Flesh-N-Bone]
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 friendm there`s my best friend
And I really can`t serve and swerve and Henessey
seepin` down the side of the (Cherokee Jeep)
See the track in the back, strap `cause them double double shots
Then, niggas 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
Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin` me ?, fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire
Thought it was over, niggas 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 niggas reap and cath your people by surprise
Drapped 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 youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the
bullets that fled
and to show you it`s not ?, I go to beat you
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
A niggas been flippin` scripts over and over in the past
from the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers
If you really bold enough, shot 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 a ny 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
ever 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 thought that we 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 what he left for me
Burner, hot incinerator, gotta `em burnt to ash
`Til he nothin` but dust, I`m gonna keep bustin`, from cussin`
Murda let`s 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
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[Flesh-N-Bone]
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 and the shells
(so the wind burn, 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 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 west 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 niggas ? 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
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