Dead Silence… Verse: In a million man march I can see dead men walk… Before guns talk I twist a nigga head off… As I take off, I can hear the rumble in the jungle… You want drama get in line take a number… And jump in with the grandmaster…see what comes after…no green pastures…just a pile of dead rappers… No more bidding wars…pain I demand more… The only thing that motivates me to bring more… Retaliation, hollow tips still penetrating…from the last confrontation So what you saying… 99 problems but you ain’t one… It’s a lot of bromidic raps but this ain’t one… Hook: This is my assignments to bring the encore to the blindness awake the dead while I’m rhyming… I won’t stop bringing until it’s dead silence… Perfect timing…. Verse: A moment of silence comes a moment for proof…in street wars brave hearts becomes fireproof… Who dare to shoot… Don’t forget to pull your parachute… You fall in these streets these nigga will laugh at you… Sticky paper yeah you know I gotta grab a few… Business minded no time for that a dos… Got hoodlums riding dirty jumping out the Malibu… I dun seen more bloody days than a nigga singing ghetto blues… In the streets we break day light rules… Shots ring out after midnight feuds… It’s like deja vu… Now it’s dead silence in the valley of violence…I brought triumph in the land of the giants… This is what realness sounds like… Here’s a little something for ya crack pipes…it’s that black ice… You have to earn your stripes… I’m on my Wesley snipes…at your back door I’m bringing silent nights… State facts… Why you paying niggaz to stay strap…I got niggaz position to take a murder rap…. Scarface ready….Scarface ready….chopping niggaz up like sphagetti… Hook: This is my assignments to bring the encore to the blindness awake the dead while I’m rhyming… I won’t stop bringing it until it’s dead silence… Perfect timing….