The Art of War

* send corrections to the typist<br><br>[Bizzy]<br>Yeah, this for all you non-believers<br>Especially out in the C-O<br>Man, fuck y`all niggas<br>Woo! Yeah, I`m tellin ya when I die<br>You can see what`s deep in my eye (my eye) (x2) <br><br>[Maje$ty]<br>7 Sign...<br><br>[Bizzy]<br>I put who got you, too, who shot you<br>Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) <br>Look who got you, too, who shot you<br>Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)<br><br>Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up<br>Even if I`m under surveillance, I watch out<br>Wanna win, and fuck `em up daily, throwin` up 7<br>What am I yellin`? Murderer<br>Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you <br>(Muthafucka, don`t play me) play me<br>Nigga, not today<br>I see you but you can`t see me<br>I know with all of government and<br>Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb)<br><br>[Maje$ty]<br>Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn<br>Blastin` out your steroes or your headphones<br>The roots exploited clones; therefore<br>It`s my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit<br>Artistic skin abrasion, so when `em fadin` my worldly reflections<br>It`s magnified to new levels of elevation<br><br>[Bizzy]<br>Seven sign, seven, seven sign<br>Seven, seventh sign seal<br>Yeah, now y`all know, yeah<br>Yeah, I`m tellin ya when I die<br>you can see what`s deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes)<br><br>[Bizzy]<br>I put who got you, too, who shot you<br>Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) <br>Look who got you, too, who shot you<br>Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you)<br><br>The Rip here to run in the street<br>And flippin` on police, yeah they know me<br>I`m not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears<br>And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie<br>All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa?<br>Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it<br>And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes<br>I`m ready to die<br>And I hope my mama really loves me<br>`Cause daddy`s bye-bye<br>Inner pride with the Ripsta<br>Let `em hit ya with the scripture<br>Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of<br><br>[Maje$ty]<br>Three sixty-five out of all the round trees<br>They`ll be Japanese, Maje$ty`s corruptin` record companies<br>Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze<br>And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back<br>Sacks only in dress pants<br>have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight?<br>I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh<br>Sell a dream to `em<br>Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash<br>My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected<br>Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole<br>Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime<br>It`s made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business<br>Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes<br>Don`t lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me?<br>Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili<br>Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook<br>So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it<br>I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I`m Boneless<br>Word sound `til I`m foamin`<br>Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin`<br>Disownin` heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans<br>More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles<br>And promotions make me more potent<br>Deadly to the mind, `causin` somethin` to be blind<br>Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind<br>Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame<br>The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain<br><br>(Bizzy talking)<br>I`m a let a nigga know