Silence lyrics

Artist  : Krayzie Bone 
Song : Silence



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 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 f**k you want? 

'Cause I'll gone off that bud, and I'm a buck a 

muthaf**ka 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 f**ked 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.