Krayzie Bone - Silence - Текст песни

Sin: 
Silence is neccessary, 
don't tell them who you are. 

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, 
'cause 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. 

Silence, silence, 
silence, silence . . . 

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 
paused my Nintendo. 
Then, I walk over to the window. Is it paranoia 
from the indo? Then goes a thought, then another 
thought: run and get the 
pump. Who goes there? What the fuck you want? 
'Cause I'll gone off that bud, and I'm a buck a 
muthafucka down. You on 
my grounds. Hope they got enough of rounds. All 
of a sudden, I heard a crash. My first instincts was 
to blast, but the 
Mossberg didn't last. So I had to dash, ran 
upstairs I was frantic and panicked, but I managed to 
make it to the top to my 
artillery shop. I was runnin', but I could hear the 
(?) comin'. I don't know why--must think I got some 
money. AK-47 and a 
MAC-11. Jettin' to the bedroom, locked myself in; 
the clip was in. 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 would hit, it hit the niggas 
up from head to toe. Only escape, and I was out the 
window, here I go. I 
hit the ground, uh! Then I looked around, shook the 
fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled. Callin' my 
niggas, let's get ready for 
war! I think I killed 'em all, but I know the devil 
sendin' some more. So when they come back around, I 
say we show 'em 
rappin' don't mean a thing. And this is a gun, and 
this is a grave. Rest in peace, you're not feelin' 
me. Truly, Mr. Leatherface. 
I'll 
dedicate this. 

Silence, silence, 
silence, silence. 

Tombstone: 
Fight, movin' in the night [Watch out!]. Daylight, 
takin' slow paces might outrun the race. Never wanna 
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 thirty-eight. 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. 

Sin: 
Silence is necessary, 
don't tell them who you are.