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Song title: Flesh-n-bone - The Silence Isn't Over

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Chorus:
The silence isnt over, but the flesh decrepitate
No time to hestitate, anticipation, much to be done
And it dont matter when you come
Really dont matter where youre from
Wont matter where you run

[flesh-n-bone]
Flesh breakin em down, hittin them up
Bottom line with your business
You gotta get a spot to handle it
Nigga, no slackin, lackin, me trackin
Me ? is my best friendm theres my best friend
And I really cant serve and swerve and henessey
Seepin down the side of the (cherokee jeep)
See the track in the back, strap cause them double double shots
Then, niggas goes (home) to get the ? when about the block
Shoot the spot, but put the muzzle on the kids who tried to
Oh, I think he better not start (hurt) shit on the double glock, dangerous
My niggas wanna have fun with you, man, and they perfect stalkers searchin
Snatchin up strangers, anyone
None remaining, I get em all finished
Niggas, wanna hear silence, makin me ? , fuck it, set (pilliows) on fire
Thought it was over, niggas never the silence
Im on the rise with a gun here I come
Niggas aint no muthafuckin where to run
Fin to get you some of this redrum, find nowhere to hide
Well, even though you tried, they got your body numb
Done, done, done, till it be one nine ninety nine, crime i
Find and then a niggas reap and cath your people by surprise
Drapped in a hoody, would you rather spared then snatch your life?
You still gonna pay the price, and I just might go pick up a knife and slice
And Ill pick off any whos ? , til your enemy dead
We gon meet youm get my gun and trick or treat you with the bullets that fled
And to show you its not ? , I go to beat you

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[flesh-n-bone]
A niggas been flippin scripts over and over in the past
From the wasteland made up of heartless soldiers
If you really bold enough, shot it, and I might blow up, rippin apart they
Shoulders
Go on, but the darkness rosed up, my people trippin
If you late to pay my money back on time
And you better drop a dime or get fucked up
And your people wont find it all funny
Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong
Ever had to get dealt with, gimme a ny lil reason or purpose
To pack a slug right in his head; hit it
Pain, no doubt that felt it, fuck up his health quick
Shit, but at least it be my honor
Ever now and then a nigga felt like he had to hit em like Im jefferey dahmer
But yet Im ready for battle, so get my armor, comin for you
Thinkin to get you, nigga wig-split you
What a pretty full blue moon
On the streets to get bodies soon
And I thought that we miss you
Every night we actin fool
Better move yourself a little quicker
Fast, and if ya thought youd get caught up in a wrath
No place to go stash what he left for me
Burner, hot incinerator, gotta em burnt to ash
til he nothin but dust, Im gonna keep bustin, from cussin
Murda lets them pull triggers
All of my niggas are devious
What, you really trust a family full of gravediggas?
Takin no slaves, neither no prisoners
Here, there, gotta get em all finished
Anyone brave? I bet that you shiver, probably wet your pants
Every chance flesh get em all diminished

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[flesh-n-bone]
Stand up and at ease, about face, soldier
My troops come swoopin through to do the shootin
Refuse to cross me, punk took a loss, g
Didnt cost me, Ill be damned
Now toss me the mossy slam and the shells
(so the wind burn, saw a tint of light)
? , we spill em, tamin fools
I load up my barrel, insane, whos to blame?
Flesh deck, at they chest, oh no, wont show none mercy
Betta run off in the hearse, ? have cursed on those who wanna hurt me
You feelin it worst, feelin up far, feelin with the fifth dawg
Hear the niggas triggers peel em, off in the coffin
Chalk around em white, bloody red
Afta maff, nigga, thats your ass
Buckin with the boss in from cleveland, and achievin
Goes on the west for heavens sake I say
Yes, he created me, made me, reach for my pistol (gunshot)
And wonder where the demons clear my path
Receivin that bullet path hit when I blast ya
And the niggas ? will outlast ya
Creepin on ah mo come ups inflict for mo cash
Get him, gone, but wanna bring it on?
Do you really, huh?
No, just take a long fall in the bottomless pit
As they see eternal droppin down
And hit that ground, murda mo ya, enforcer
Forcin your so sure were under sure not to call it war with warriors
Stories of flesh
And I got you eye-to-eye without a sign of death for the most of ya

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