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 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 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 hit's 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