Outro - The Burial Song - 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

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 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