No one knows for whom the bell tolls Or how many souls does the hell holds 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 wholе world is staged, so it's time for intermission In thе 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 RZArector 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 holds As we strive for these diamonds and gold Many lost theyselves 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 Pegleg, egghead, 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, 7-15 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 RZARector, 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 four female security legally getting paid to spray 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 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