Dub Sonata - Philosophical Gangsta (feat. Bizzy Bone) lyrics

(feat. Bizzy Bone) Alright lets hear that sh** you been playin with (the fortunate one uses the instrument of (?) meditation) (philosophical gangsta) (don't be talking about no d** and no prophecies? around here) (and don't listen to that street talk, cause that street talk is dead) (philosophical gangsta) Walk through the valley of the shadow of d**h Flesh and blood, evil keep questionin us We bust, lay back in the cut Sinister (minds they blind us?) soon as you find it toss your diamonds Nibble that tree of science he thinks he's laughin at Bryon He don't know that he gone keep on tryin Whatever he thinks that he's telling her won't be no buyin from earth That planet Orion from birth I'm twisting the stomach from hella spices like cayenne Hit 'em with trifectors the fruit of that nectar's dyin I am what I am changed switch it up like Outkast Everyone thought that Andre was crazy now he gets the bypa** Time trickle like hourgla**, who ready to ride (buh) quit snitchin I know that it's cold outside Whether with gold or not, better know we bold outside I'd rather not take a bath, and feelin all dirty inside But its pretty inside, look at all the girlies inside So what, we hearin the mission but that mission ain't mine For all the wicked wisdom they find and they blind (Better act cruel one of the mat????) Walk the streets look for the rabbi While sippin on a mai tai Talk to religious figures while lookin down at the skyline Worship no graven images bye bye (god go where he wanna go?) Let you know what he want you to know You know how its wrote- your heart, your mind, your soul Walkin through the scriptures where all of the saints preceded that I'm weeded up, but of course the people don't believe in that Leadin back, demons in my dreamin holdin my semen back Salty like Saddam watchin Amora, check the almanac Never had no friends and if I did then they left They so scared, for who to be crucified, still gone lose your breath Now get up get out since they got doubt You thought that I would let you get away without exposin your smell There ain't nothing you can do and there ain't nothing you can say (3x) Break bread and throw the bread in your face You better believe (philosophical gangsta) (don't be talking about no d** and no prophecies?? around here) There ain't no comin back from a Bizzy Bone You better believe (and don't listen to that street talk, cause that street talk is dead) (philosophical gangsta) (you aren't afraid are you?) (NOO! No no no) (philosophical gangsta)