What U See

-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-

Could you tell me...Could you tell me what you see... I can read yo mind .../ Could you tell me where we'll be..../ See I can read yo mind baby....

-Bizzy Bone-

Most immaculate elegance, pick up the piece of paper put ya pamper on/ Scamper on militant get ya panther on/ The crooked of the tryin to pull the caper cause they wanted a vision now its honey coated for the dumb shit/ Evil don't run shit/ Want to see the picture for flesh and desire sentencing/ The essence to the fire and purge deeper inside ya/ Reaper be right behind ya/ Keep It movin be blessed it's the test only the best beautiful love yes/ Cant believe they wanna hold a brother back like this/ God provide ride through the pine without a dime/ Baby think it's a crime/ And she always get pissed get ya ego out the way baby listen to this/ I got a problem with racism, placism, hatorism, gatorism, prejudice, demons all in the way/ They don't even ask you for identification what did he say?/ Hey ya money lil homie they'll never know your okay

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-Bizzy Bone-

Listenin to bullshit knockin on wood/ Praise god don't get it misunderstood/ While I was rollin through the hood/ Boulevardio you should let me love you like you was listenin to Mario/ It seems that I can budge you but those crooked thoughts they don't harm me though/Shake that shake that moneymaker tryin to get the paper blamin poppa for everything/ Somebody tell me who put the food on the mothafuckin table/ pumpin up cause the fuckin humans actin able/ Lamb cram to understand plan baby boy like Clark Gable/ Gone with the wind with a full confession like Conseco/ Now all of the rest of the baseball players step up/ Glory be the god of the name of our lord and savior Jesus Christ/ Aint no weapon formed against us will prosper/ Send the streets they needed medicine and god will send the doctor/ Gone break em off real proper even though they really don't want you to prosper/ So now you judge me and only god love me

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-Bizzy Bone-

It aint a question or a notion commotion it will just happen/ Words written but we freestyle rappin/ Keeping it movin and we grooving in the spirit for show/ Bringin the light into a halt and we haut and it stop like vogue/ Don't turn around no rebirth in the salt nigga lets roll/ Baby don't turn around but she's persisted to go/ Purified clean write it in chalk don't even talk/ lets concentrate on the mission little baby walk/ some say it's a weapon, the weapon of mass destruction of body combustin trust if its come outside/ See its real in the battlefield/ plenty fuckin battle stars/ switchin rides switchin cars digging E, peep the stars/ were we walk in the streets bad feet keep stallin/ Bad wanna come my way hey he gone keep talking/ And they wonder who who's telling em dodgin god will provide the thought you get the action that you need in any ya problems/ Now if you accept it and you expected just know that your really respected/ And the love that we have collected through the pressure of presence/ See he's a present and its comin from my heart and his essence/ These words that we mashin together for further evidence of the lesson/ Are you liking what you feelin nah I think I feel it/ Not to be Marvin Gaye but baby you need some healing/ So we take it to the tabernacle then pass that feeling/ Touch millions with the gifted that the father is willin/ Look at ya people with some movement as we bond lookin improvin thats the love you always enjoy to enlighten being void/ Getting noid stay poised its comin don't you feel it?/ You got it I know you got it you got it I see you chillin one love

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