The Silence Isn't Over

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 Chorus [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 Chorus [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 Chorus