Busta Rhymes - The Burial Song lyrics

The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song Though some of us, have been poisoned Many of us, have been blessed And through, the worst sh** 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 sh** Everything and every motherf**er 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 d**h any given time? There's only, one year left motherf**ers, 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 collectively, 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 n***as And women no doubt Continue to get what's yours, from out this f**er Before your time run out And my the force, of survival forever, rest with y'all My live motherf**ers, 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**ers at every angle The imperial, the universal, powerful flipmode squad Stay tuned, see y'all motherf**ers, January 1st 2000 The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song The burial song, the burial song From Heaven, our gracious King From Heaven, our gracious King