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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 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 motherfucker
 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 motherfuckers, 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 destroyBusta Rhymes - The Burial Song - http://motolyrics.com/busta-rhymes/the-burial-song-lyrics.html
 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 niggas
 And women no doubt
 Continue to get what's yours, from out this fucker
 Before your time run out
And my the force, of survival forever, rest with y'all
 My live motherfuckers, 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 motherfuckers at every angle
 The imperial, the universal, powerful flipmode squad
 Stay tuned, see y'all motherfuckers, 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









