[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
With all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens? Nigga, just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seventh sign, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
Still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so grateful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence
Now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence
And the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
Turn my vocals up.....turn my vocals up, turn'em, turn'em up, a little more
Turn'em up a little more, turn'em up a little, yeah there we go yeah, uh yeah
[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
Born in the poverty probably we never get off the monopoly, won't we just stop it
With all the monotony, look at me awkwardly hide my broccoli, nigga what
Fuck the media, how could you come to me, follow me, bother me, tell me to simmer it down
Part of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens? Nigga, just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I do what I wanna pop, 'til the "Body Rot" stop
Generation X, I am the mastermind, general militants seventh sign, revolution rebellious, totally out of line
Still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical optimistic
Thank my lucky stars, never I say my graces, I'm so grateful god
Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns
Soap in my sock, county charges stuck in the struggle with number one
Never will have a friend like me, reality checking the crooked judge
Man because the rapping is over, we fucking soldiers, we fucking thugs
And ain't nobody stopping my fucking drugs
If I can melt down the words, and put them in plastic sucks, rip it to the nation, let it go what, what
Bitch I would speak your mind, even if they offended you 'cous
Ride off in the sun set, with the streets niggas cause that's who I love
Standing next to Capo twin towers shoot up to the heaven sky
We rolling down the ninety-five, take the bridge, I'm ready to die..................
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]
For the grace of Capo... for the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence
Now the grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist of tyrants and silence
And the demon malignancies, motherless children are born, poppa the one who murdered her
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
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