Song | The Burial Song (Outro) |
Artist | Busta Rhymes |
Album | Extinction Level Event (The Final World Front) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Smith, Spivey | |
The Burial Song (repeated) | |
-From Heaven, Our Gracious King-? | |
Though some of us have been poisoned | |
Many of us have been blessed | |
And through the worst shit | |
That we all as people go through | |
Every blessing that we are blessed to have | |
Are blessings that provide us with what makes us capable of withstanding | |
And makes us more powerful when we go through the worst shit | |
Everything and every motherf**ker gets dealt with accordingly | |
Mark my words | |
See I remember on the coming album | |
You know when there was only five years left | |
It was once said that there was no time | |
To take time for granted | |
Well we are now face to face with death (any given time?) | |
There's only one year left motherf**kers | |
1999 | |
The dawn of the new millenium | |
I understand though | |
Sometimes it takes time | |
And hands on extreme hardship experience | |
To realize how much better it is to prepare for the worst | |
By all means | |
It will always be better to be safe than to be sorry | |
So as we finally approach the year 2000 | |
Behold what it might have in store for us people | |
There have been many indications of changes | |
That will occur, that has already occurred | |
That were not and will not be setup to our benefit, as people | |
But in order for us to continue to build | |
We must destroy | |
And unfortunately in the process | |
Many of us will be liable candidates | |
Of being destroyed | |
But in the bigger scheme of things we must defend | |
What we all collective identify with as the truth | |
And with what is right | |
To all my live soldiers | |
And all my live women | |
Those who may not survive the turning point | |
May you forever rest peacefully | |
As you are delivered back to the essence | |
So I dedicate this burial song to all of you | |
To my survival of the most fit for real niggas | |
And women no doubt | |
Continue to get what's your from out this f**ker | |
Before your time run out | |
And my the force of survival forever rest with y'all | |
My live motherf**kers | |
To all my survivalists | |
See you in the next thousand year period | |
Allah bless all y'all | |
Flipmode continue to bounce | |
Like a satellite in orbit | |
Seein' all you motherf**kers at every angle | |
The imperial, the universal, powerful Flipmode squad | |
Stay tuned | |
The Burial Song (repeated) | |
-From Heaven, Our Gracious King-? |
zuo ci : Smith, Spivey | |
The Burial Song repeated | |
From Heaven, Our Gracious King? | |
Though some of us have been poisoned | |
Many of us have been blessed | |
And through the worst shit | |
That we all as people go through | |
Every blessing that we are blessed to have | |
Are blessings that provide us with what makes us capable of withstanding | |
And makes us more powerful when we go through the worst shit | |
Everything and every motherf ker gets dealt with accordingly | |
Mark my words | |
See I remember on the coming album | |
You know when there was only five years left | |
It was once said that there was no time | |
To take time for granted | |
Well we are now face to face with death any given time? | |
There' s only one year left motherf kers | |
1999 | |
The dawn of the new millenium | |
I understand though | |
Sometimes it takes time | |
And hands on extreme hardship experience | |
To realize how much better it is to prepare for the worst | |
By all means | |
It will always be better to be safe than to be sorry | |
So as we finally approach the year 2000 | |
Behold what it might have in store for us people | |
There have been many indications of changes | |
That will occur, that has already occurred | |
That were not and will not be setup to our benefit, as people | |
But in order for us to continue to build | |
We must destroy | |
And unfortunately in the process | |
Many of us will be liable candidates | |
Of being destroyed | |
But in the bigger scheme of things we must defend | |
What we all collective identify with as the truth | |
And with what is right | |
To all my live soldiers | |
And all my live women | |
Those who may not survive the turning point | |
May you forever rest peacefully | |
As you are delivered back to the essence | |
So I dedicate this burial song to all of you | |
To my survival of the most fit for real niggas | |
And women no doubt | |
Continue to get what' s your from out this f ker | |
Before your time run out | |
And my the force of survival forever rest with y' all | |
My live motherf kers | |
To all my survivalists | |
See you in the next thousand year period | |
Allah bless all y' all | |
Flipmode continue to bounce | |
Like a satellite in orbit | |
Seein' all you motherf kers at every angle | |
The imperial, the universal, powerful Flipmode squad | |
Stay tuned | |
The Burial Song repeated | |
From Heaven, Our Gracious King? |
zuò cí : Smith, Spivey | |
The Burial Song repeated | |
From Heaven, Our Gracious King? | |
Though some of us have been poisoned | |
Many of us have been blessed | |
And through the worst shit | |
That we all as people go through | |
Every blessing that we are blessed to have | |
Are blessings that provide us with what makes us capable of withstanding | |
And makes us more powerful when we go through the worst shit | |
Everything and every motherf ker gets dealt with accordingly | |
Mark my words | |
See I remember on the coming album | |
You know when there was only five years left | |
It was once said that there was no time | |
To take time for granted | |
Well we are now face to face with death any given time? | |
There' s only one year left motherf kers | |
1999 | |
The dawn of the new millenium | |
I understand though | |
Sometimes it takes time | |
And hands on extreme hardship experience | |
To realize how much better it is to prepare for the worst | |
By all means | |
It will always be better to be safe than to be sorry | |
So as we finally approach the year 2000 | |
Behold what it might have in store for us people | |
There have been many indications of changes | |
That will occur, that has already occurred | |
That were not and will not be setup to our benefit, as people | |
But in order for us to continue to build | |
We must destroy | |
And unfortunately in the process | |
Many of us will be liable candidates | |
Of being destroyed | |
But in the bigger scheme of things we must defend | |
What we all collective identify with as the truth | |
And with what is right | |
To all my live soldiers | |
And all my live women | |
Those who may not survive the turning point | |
May you forever rest peacefully | |
As you are delivered back to the essence | |
So I dedicate this burial song to all of you | |
To my survival of the most fit for real niggas | |
And women no doubt | |
Continue to get what' s your from out this f ker | |
Before your time run out | |
And my the force of survival forever rest with y' all | |
My live motherf kers | |
To all my survivalists | |
See you in the next thousand year period | |
Allah bless all y' all | |
Flipmode continue to bounce | |
Like a satellite in orbit | |
Seein' all you motherf kers at every angle | |
The imperial, the universal, powerful Flipmode squad | |
Stay tuned | |
The Burial Song repeated | |
From Heaven, Our Gracious King? |