T, ha ha ha, we're back, I'm about spit some
That real lyrical eloquence on y'all right now
Let y'all know how we blaze these microphones
Out here on the West Coast peep game pimpin'
I'm sweet like cinnamon, when I'm spittin' this lyrical venom
Given rappers the blues like denim, when I'm killin' 'em
Fillin' them with these syllables synonyms of adrenalin
Spillin' off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin
Plus I'm trying to reach the lives like Gilligan
Good God willin', spiritual healin'
No, stop the drug dealin' and killin'
Because I'm feelin' like I'm ready to lose my mind
So many bullets be flying and riders be dying
Gotta make a difference, for instance the inmates in prison
Make bad decisions for lack of wisdom
So I cut 'em open and make incisions fill 'em with spiritualism
Tell 'bout the one that's arisen, how they can be free in their spirits
And have their sins forgiven by the One that died on the cross
'Cause even while they were out they're drinkin' and smokin'
He loved them even when they were lost
So listen to me and stop dissin' the G
'Cause I got the remedy dawg on how y'all can be free c'mon
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone Yard can't be stopped now
Yeah, I'm not a Jehovah witness but I witness for Jehovah
Back in the days the first to slang came in the baking soda
But nowadays I'm like preaching the word
Like a drug dealer slangin' Holy rock on the curb
Eyes blurred off the holy ghost contact smoke
Gotcha trippin' off my rims, crushed ice and my rope
Plus I'm gift with flows and wrist is frozen
I thought you all knew dawg, I'm God's chosen
(What?)
Highly favored standin' with elite that stand apart dawg
Anointed to bring the word to the street
Hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the game of naming
Unless I'm naming, I'm naming Jesus on the throne and reigning
Paintin' a picture for G's banging of how the Lord can save them
Train 'em like a Baltimore Raven engravin' the name of Jesus
Across their heart 'cause it's breakin', for Satan is hatin' anticipatin'
And hatin', and once they're trapped there's no escapin'
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone Yard can't be stopped now
Yeah, uh I've been doin' this for 12 years, it ain't easy y'all
To make hit records that are off the heezy y'all
Especially when them busters sippin' on that hater-aide
Talkin' behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day
I don't make music for them playa hata's anyways
This is for them killa's and thugs sippin' on that alazaye
Runaways and essays locked down in prison
They ones that need the love, physician
(Why them?)
And I know the perfect doctor y'all that can heal you
When you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the emptiness
And void in your heart that's why I rhyme out of need
And not for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin'
So that when the rapture happens
Faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin'
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone Yard can't be stopped now
Blazing microphones
Bringing nothing but that heat from the West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone lyrics like Vito Corleone
We be running things so act like you all know
Bone Yard can't be stopped now
Ha ha, and there you have it
Bone-e-Bone, Chase E, Dante
We commin' we won't be stopped
Can't stop, hey boy ya did your fizzle
Ha ha we out