Yeah... (By the grace of Capo, in a moment of silence... In the midst of tyrants and silence, and demons alliances/ Motherless children are born/ Pop was the one who murdered her/ Witness the vision firsthand, puppetmastered by sorcerers) Turn my vocals up. Turn my vocals up. Turn 'em up. Turn 'em up a little more. Turn 'em up a little more. Turn 'em up a little... yeah, there we go. Yeah... uh, yeah.
Bizzy Bone
Born into poverty, probably never get all the monopoly/ Want me to stop it with all the monotony, look at me awkwardly/ Hide my brocolli, nigga what? Fuck the media/ How could you come to me fatherly, bother me, tell me to simmer it down/ Pop! And my sister is burstin' out, melody murder, bust around/ What if the rapture happened? Nigga, just deep in the wrath and vanish, and I' never gon' change my style/ I do what I wanna, pop, till they body rott, stop/ Generation X, I am the mastermind/ General, militant, 7th sign/ Revolution, rebellious, totally out of line/ I'm still in the mind of apocalyptic, biblical, optomistic/ Thank my lucky stars/ 'member to say my graces; I'm so greatful God/ Take me to the promise land, all I see is cops with guns/ Soap in my sock, county charges, stuck in the struggle with Number One/ Never will have a friend like me, reality checkin' the crooked judge/ Mad because they rappin' is over, we fuckin' soldiers, we fuckin' thugs, and ain't nobody stoppin' my fuckin' drugs/ If I can melt down the words and put 'em in plastic slugs/ Rip it to the nation, let it go; Buck! Buck! Bitch I would/ Speak yo' mind, even if they get offended, Cuz/ Ride off in the sunset with the street niggas cause that's who I luv/ Standin' next to Capo, twin towers shoot up to the heaven skies/ We rollin' down the '95, take the bridge I'm ready to die
-Chorus-Bizzy to Jim-
By the grace of Capo... in a moment of silence/ By the grace of Capo... in a moment of silence/ In the midst of tyrants and silence, and demons alliances/ Motherless children are born/ Pop was the one who murdered her/ Witness the vision firsthand, puppetmastered by sorcerers/ By the grace of Capo in a moment of silence/ In the midst of tyrants and violence I'm flossin' my diamonds/ By the grace of Capo in the midst of the horde and this shit be all good/ When the murders go down you know that I'm down
Jim Jones
Straight out the projects B, and I'm tellin ya'll it was so hard for me (So hard) Comin' up hard in these hollow streets (Tef) where niggas'll starve cause it;s hard to eat/ Some niggas'll rob in the marble streets/ Ridiculous all cause of hardcore creep/ Bitches that boost the credit card scammers, niggas that shoot than land it on blamers/ People say shoot cause they caught cocky by scammers (Swallie) So if you watch when the birds fly (Watch it) Don't speed when ya swerve high (Nope) Cause believe me, the third eye, puts a squeeze on you whole ride (Lockdown) See them hoes in my rear view, see the lord in my rear view (What else) pray the lord can hear you (Why?) I'm a nigga on the corner/ Plus, my niggas on the corner need parental shit/ (?) crime that happened, I'm in this fahrenheit they call 'Nine Eleven', when I go to the crossroads, lord knows Ferrari white, when this highway to heaven (Forgive me Lord) In these digital times, we all need to have a political mind (That's right) Federalies be, technology, originally sound like astrology (They can see from the stars) When we walkin' on egg shells, we talkin on next cells (What happened?) we talkin' on fair sells (Listen to me) we all know sex sells, with the drugs and rock 'n roll/ And when the drugs just lock the soul, don't blame it on Caine/ Got rich when Reagan came (Thats right) Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (You hear that?) It's all been on Bush who's been hatin us (Stupid niggas) Polices is who been chasin us (Thats right) in the streets they so afraid of us (Scared) From cuttin' up water to fryin' up coke, give a fuck about war/ We ain't tryin' to vote (Votin') so if you draft me, jail me (You hear that?), or better yet kill me (Uh huh) cause I'd rather go to hell B, and theres nothin' you could tell me (Call me Casious) Cause we riskin ourselves, sittin in this cell, over punk ass nickle sales (Damn) With a grip from the twelve, spin on shells/ And I'm runnin out of time cause I'm livin in hell (Uh, yeah)
-Chorus-Jim-
By the grace of Capo in a moment of silence/ In the midst of tyrants and violence I'm flossin' my diamonds, yeah/ By the grace of capo's nigga, you heard? That's two strong armies nigga/ Two under bosses who can't be stopped and who will not be talked down like the towers, you heard? We some political soldiers, we ghetto-lutionists, we freedom fighters, uh...