The Burial Song Lyrics - Busta Rhymes

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 

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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 

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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 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