RZA & DJ Scratch – Fisherman Lyrics

No one knows for whom the bell tolls.
Or how many souls does the hell hold?
You find a soul it’s more precious than gold.
Some get bought some get lost some sold but.

No one knows for whom the bell tolls.
Or how many souls does the hell holds.
As we strive for these diamonds and Gold
A lot of lessons unfold.

The Great Fishermen the fisher of men
Try to make a remedy for the elixir of sin.
Premonition, we need Divine Intervention
The whole world is staged so it’s time for intermission.
In the middle of the Congo Jungle there’s a combo
Of concentrated elements that makes the world phones glow.
But they got a small zone for the phone though.
We use to communicate banging on the bongo.
When the village was more motherly and brotherly
And the Dutch came through and killed them off for the rubber tree.
King Leopold, city built from a sea of Gold.
The Rza rector still trading on a silky road.
Someone told us to grow up and get your doe up
So uh we invested inside the blow rush.
That was the late 80’s Goldrush.
DMD, Rec posse, Gladiators had to it sowed up.
Crazy how we changed the quota just by adding baking soda.
Taking over streets and codas Like Ford making motors
Motorolas, Toyota, Corollas…coke in cans of folgers
market starts to skyrocket pockets start to bulge up.
Until the price of life was less than the cost of a
box of rice too many black youths locked in a box for life…

I wanna go home!
It wasn’t worth the sacrifice.

No one knows for whom the bell tolls.
Or how many souls does the hell hold’s.
As we strive for these diamonds and gold
Many lost they selves on the side of the road.

No one knows for whom the bell tolls.
Or how many souls that the hell holds.
As we travel down these unknown roads a lot of stories get told.

You try to escape from this verbal beat down but you can’t get way.
Your handicap rap got wheelchairs waiting on a jetway.
Peg leg egg head this bar is just a seg-way into my point.
I don’t write rhymes I write essays. You on the borderline trying to figure me out like a Ese.
Caliente senorita they love me like besame.
La mucho my dog wilder than Cujo making doe inside my dojo bankroll fatter than a sumo/
Rza regulate time and space of your mindscape.
Old royal relics being left inside Divine’s safe.
Combo to the combination seven 15 domination.
Your mom should’ve aborted you to spare you from the abomination.
Gravel pit hits the judge slams the gavel.
Scrambling for three-letter words to express the rhyme scrabble.
Babble on armed like it’s confused people in Babylon.
Colorful like a box of crayons or sportswear in paragon.
Voice unique as Sarah Vaughn I mix the turmeric with the tarragon.
While raveling in South of France with Frankie we was heading down to Avalon.
With two Femme Fatale knapsacks backpacking like a couple of vagabonds.
je m’appel Rza Rector MC bone collector.
Telekinetic reflect, your strong threats like my name was Vector.
Now back in USA in the back of a black escalade with 4 female security legally getting paid to spray.

But no one knows for whom the bell tolls
Or how many souls does the hell hold?
As we strive for these diamonds and gold.
Many lost themselves on the side of the road.

No one knows for whom the bell tolls.
Or how many souls that the hell holds.
As we travel down these unknown roads, a lot of stories get told.


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