Silence ["featuring Graveyard Shift"]

Krayzie, sin, and tombstone:thug mentality 1999





-refrain-

Silence(silence) is nessecary/ don't tell them who you are

Sin

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 cuz

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

-refrain-

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 pause my nintendo, then i walk over to the window/ is it paranoya from the

Indo?

Then cuz i thought, then i another thought; run and get the pump, "who goes

There?

What the fuck you want?" cuz i done off that bud and i'm a buck a muthafucker

Down, you on my ground

So you got another round/ all of the sudden i heard a crash, my first instincts

Was to blast

But the mossberg didn't last so i had to dash/ run upstairs, i was frantic and

Paniced

But i managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ i was runnin' but i

Could hear the sounds

Comin'/ i don't know, they must think i got some money, ak-47 and a mac-11/ jet

Into the bedroom, lock myself

In, we couldn't see 'em/ 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 i get, and hit

The niggas up from head to toe

A nigga escapin' but i was out the window/ here i go, i hit the ground "uh",

Then i look around

Shake the fall, hopped in the benz and hauled/ call in my niggas let's get ready

For war, i think i

Killed 'em all, but i know they'll be sendin' some more/ so when they come back

Around i say we

Show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your

Grave/ rest in peace

You're not feelin' me/ truly mr. leatherface, i dedicate this...

-refrain-

Tombstone

Fight, movin' in the night (watch out!) daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun

The race

Never want to 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 38/ 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

-refrain-


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