T-Bone:
T-Ha Ha Ha Were Back, Im about spit some that real lyrical eloquence on yall right now let yall know how we blaze these microphones out here on the west coast peep game pimpin

Im sweet like cinnamon, when Im spittin this lyrical venom. Given rappers the blues like denim, when Im killin 'em, fillin them with these syllables synonyms of adrenalin spillin off a spiritual tongue then numbing them like penicillin. Plus Im trying to reach the lives like Gilligan. Good God willin spiritual healin no, stop the drug dealin and killin.Because Im feelin like Im ready to loose my mind, So many bullets be flying and riders be dying, Gotta make a difference, for instance the inmates in prison make bad decisions for lack of wisdom. So I cutem open and make incisions fill em with spiritualism tell bout the one thats arisen how they can be free in their spirits and have their sins forgiven by the one that died on the cross, cause even while they were out there drinkin and smokin he loved them even when they were lost so listen to me and stop dissin the G cause I got the remedy dawg on how yall can be free cmon

Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

T-Bone:
Yeah Im not a Jahova witness, but I witness for Jahova. Back in the days the first to slang cane in the baking soda. But now-a-days Im like preaching the word like a drug dealer slangin holy rock on the curb, eyes blurred off the holy ghost contact smoke gotcha trippin off my rims, crushed ice and my rope plus Im gift with flows and wrist is frozen, I thought you all knew dawg (WHAT?)Im Gods Chosen. Highly favored standin with elite, that stand apart dawg anointed to bring the word to the street, hanging entertaining the famous set you claim the game of naming, unless Im naming im naming Jesus on the throne and reigning, paintin a picture for Gs banging of how the lord can save them, train em like a Baltimore Raven engravin the name of Jesus across their heart cause its breakin, for Satin is hatin anticipatin and hatin and once their trapped theres no escapin

Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

T-Bone:
Yeah, Uh Ive been doin this for 12 years, it aint easy yall. To make hit records that are off the heezy yall. Especially when them busters sippin on that hater-aide, talkin behind your back and try to stop you on a day to day. I dont make music for them playa hata's anyways this is for them killa's and thugs sippin on that alazaye, run-a-ways, and essays locked down in prison, (WHY THEM?) They ones that need the love physician, and I know the perfect doctor yall that can heal you when you answer to the alter call, he can fill all the emptiness and void in your heart thats why I rhyme out of need and not for love of the art so listen, my only mission is soul fishin so that when the rapture happens faces will be on the back of milk cartons missin

Chorus:
Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

Blazing Microphones
Bringing Nothing But That Heat From The West-Coast
Chase Beats Bone Lyrics Like Vito Corleon
We Be Running Things So Act Like You All Know
Bone Yard Cant Be Stopped Now

Chase:
Ha Ha, and there you have it, Bone-e-Bone, Chase E. Dante, we commin we wont be stopped, cant stop, Hey boy ya did your fizzle, ha ha we out

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