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