Seeing Things
Bizzy Bone Lyrics


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[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!

[Bizzy Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
And he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
With a double-edge pump and a church killer
Don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

[Interlude: Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker... nigga
These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...

[Bizzy Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
The wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)

[Bizzy Bone]
Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
But my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
And then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
But don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
But he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
And medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
In the shadows out of the battlefield

[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)




And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker [fades out]

Overall Meaning

Bizzy Boneโ€™s song Seeing Things is a reflection of the chaotic and violent nature of the rap industry in his youth. The lyrics of this song describe a man who is overwhelmed by the atrocities happening in his inner circle. The opening sequence sets the tone of Flip-flop flow, rather than rock and roll, signifying a changing dynamic of the hip hop industry. The rapper is frustrated with the violence and is warning his fellow rappers that he is not afraid to get into a fight, and is ready to take over Dodge City if needed. Throughout the song, there is reference to people getting shot and killed, and the rapper is trying to get to the bottom of who did the crime. Despite all this, the rapper believes in redemption and hopes for a change.


In summary, the song brings to light the violence in the rap industry in the past and acknowledges the need for a change towards a more peaceful and harmonious future. Although the lyrics can be hard to interpret, the song highlights the issues in society and promotes reform. The repetitive ending sequence, โ€œit was all a dream,โ€ adds to the eeriness and overall tone of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
This is not your typical rock song, it's unique and original; disregard the haters.


Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
Let's take action and create something great.


Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
Someone died suddenly due to stress.


And he started flamin out of his breath
He collapsed and struggled to breathe before dying.


Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
There's been some commotion in the area.


T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
T-Rock got shot and we need to find out who did it.


With a double-edge pump and a church killer
The murderer is likely dangerous and unscrupulous.


Don't worship and the cops got bored
Haven't been at the church lately, and the police are losing interest in the case.


Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Solving this mystery is filling the gap that was left by the death of a close friend.


Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Two friends are mourning the loss of a young girl who they were close to.


Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Someone was drinking heavily and playing with fire, which killed Dotty.


Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Despite the chaos and trauma, life goes on and the writer is still pushing through.


Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Hoping for redemption and wishing for freedom from oppression.


Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
Feeling like a slave, surrounded by those who profit from their labor.


I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I don't care about anyone else's opinion right now, let's just focus.


I, will fucked you up
Don't test me, I can handle myself.


We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Feeling betrayed by former comrades, only faith in God remains.


Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Ready to fight back and defend oneself at all costs.


Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
Fight until the death, for blood and money without quitting.


But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Even as the adrenaline fades, still feeling mentally unstable.


Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
Fluctuating between positive and negative emotions, with a reference to Bizzy Bone himself.


Bitch (I keep on seein things)
A derogatory call to someone, and a reference to one experiencing hallucinations.


And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Speaking one's truth can be freeing even in difficult circumstances.


Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Agreeing to defeat inner and outer demons.


Little Confucious for the music
Bizzy Bone has a deep appreciation for the wisdom of Confucius.


Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Wally persevered through a tough time and is now thriving.


Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
Greater than any divine plan is the power of personal choice.


But my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
Surrounded by people fighting to rise to the top.


The foul sinnin the killin now
Living a life with a lot of sin and violence.


And then nobody gets in the middle together
No one is able to come together and work as a team.


And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
Someone was congratulated for being released from jail.


But don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
Despite being free, feeling disconnected from others.


And the mission was money was gold
Focused solely on making money.


But he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
Going crazy due to the pressure to succeed financially.


With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
Surrounded by negative people, inspiring the writer to become better.


No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Feeling untouchable, and ready for any challenge.


Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
Succeeding in a goal, but understanding that the results may not be pure.


(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
A reference to the Bizzy Bone's album title.


Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Caught in a moment of paradise on earth, with trumpets playing in the background.


Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
Being taken and hurt, feeling similar to cattle being branded.


And medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Possessing valuable stones and jewelry.


Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
Running quickly to escape poverty and other struggles.


In the shadows out of the battlefield
Being in a safer place than during times of war.


And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Repeating the power of speaking honestly and openly.


Fuck all these demons
Saying no to negative influences and temptations.


And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
Standing firm in one's beliefs and intentions.


(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
Referencing the classic song 'Juicy' by The Notorious B.I.G.




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Steelers 87

Seeing Things"

[Intro: Bizzy Bone]
Rock-n-roll? Naw this that flip-flop flow, fuck them boys
Man, if you niggaz gon' do somethin man
(Hit that shit right there nigga) Let's do some shit nigga
We can turn this motherfucker into Dodge City motherfucker
Nigga I don't give a fuck nigga, can't you tell bitch?!

[Bizzy Bone]
Someone caught stressin, dead in the chest
and he started flamin out of his breath
Haven't you heard? Runnin in the 90's on 123rd
T-Rock, done got shot and I got, to find a murderer
with a double-edge pump and a church killer
don't worship and the cops got bored
Fillin for baby boy, showin up for the unsolved, deployed
Little Eazy leave me and Wally, damn, little Angel she was so small
Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Dotty
Havin a ball, ball, but I'm still rollin through the shore
Pray redemption, runaway slaves, you house niggaz
Rollin with plantations on full of a fraction, grab yo' crouch nigga
I don't give a fuck (nigga what you niggaz wanna do nigga?)
I, will fucked you up
We gettin pumped in St. Luce, forgettin my thugs now who do you trust? (God)
Ante up and I'll bust, my gun; thuggin and bumrush, the punks
Runnin amuck dusk, 'til dawn; money for blood, stop, 'til they pump
But in walkin off, slow - it shows I got nuts
Come to the light, then to the darkness, glance at BB baby
I don't give a fuck; I, don't give a fuck

[Interlude: Bizzy]
Haha, motherfucker... nigga
These hoe-ass niggaz don't wanna see me nigga
In the motherfuckin cross section bitch
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker!
You hoes just don't know, do you boy?
Heh, I'm tellin you boy, I'm tellin you...

[Bizzy Bone]
Literally, possessed, I got veins, poppin out my neck
With original thugs and a Lexus checklist, got 'em all breathless
Then I suggest you'd ask Magic
For the Rabbit's strategy, tragic when they capture me
When the cops SEARCH, the auto anyone cop pleas, indeed
Hit 'em with blasphemy and they cashin in on his tragedy
You see I'm sorta like Dorothy but I'm a soldier
the wickedest witch in the West can't have me
Fuck the shoes look, barefoot, roll over Toto, there put
Put a stick in the mouth, and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road was greetin the king
Gotta take chances, what, I'm back in Kansas; it was all a dream
Now I clack back my heels on the d-low, he-he-he seein things (seein things)

[Interlude: Bizzy Bone]
Bitch (I keep on seein things)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker (I keep on seein things)
Hell yeah, fuck all these demons (I keep on seein things)
Can't none of you hoes stop me! (seein things, seein things)

[Bizzy Bone]
Little Confucious for the music
Wally, which get rich for the trial and now
Better than God devise realize you can end up bigger
but my niggaz in the middle ballin we won't stop
The foul sinnin the killin now
and then nobody gets in the middle together
And they tell the nigga it good to be back from prison
but don't nobody feel him but them niggaz around the globe
And the mission was money was gold
but he went nutty when money because he was out of the gully
With nothin but ugly souls, better make us and touch
No one will touch me, one wait 'til they rough enough
Got him at last but I just corrupt, I don't even erupt
(Creep on Ah Come Up), what up
Trapped in a rapture, the trumpets pumpin tellin me somethin
Snatch you, we havin a blast, you tattered like cattle
and medallions, diamonds in the gallo
Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses
in the shadows out of the battlefield

[Outro: Bizzy Bone]
I'll BUST on you BITCHES on the freeway motherfucker! (It was all a...)
Fuck all these demons (It was all a...)
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfucker
Fuck all these demons
(It was all a dream dream... dream dream... dream dream)
And I spoke my mind, hell yeah
And I spoke my mind and it liberated me motherfuckerย [fades out]



All comments from YouTube:

Sylas Kennett

One of the most deep and gangster songs ever

Adam Mendivil

this is definitely one of his best songs for sure

Ace N Bone

When Bizzy taps into this mode, he is untouchable. This shit so hard.

Moonie Gambini

Facts !! Bizzy Bone is my favorite person in the universe

Noeum Din

So much emotion in a bottle..when let loose sound so good.. bizzy bone.

LFiers

So dope that he dropped verse 3 of this on The Breakfast Club the other day. Amazing verse! Bizzy is a beast!

d. g.

@Edgar Jacc wrong this is the original heavenz movie cut the front line warriors was when he recycled the verse since he didn't release this one till 2005

Hunter2847

Edgar Jacc this is the original from 98...was unreleased for years

Edgar Jacc

It was originally from the song Frontline Warrior

The Legend

This track just shows how versatile Bizzy is going back in studio an putting itbin the harmany, he doing all his own.. Straight GENIUS ๐Ÿ”ฅ

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