Genius - 1112 Lyrics
[gza]Bobby said, ***** spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clipMental flip, got a thousand tracks thought on a chipSaid he had mad toys to make noiseYou split and separate drums like asteroidsThe concerned producer sampled this questionHit him with the beat for the answer, with extra compressionWhen sound travel, it quickly grab youAnd equalizes the pitch up, until it have youBugged out, tryin to think you can match thisThe portraits too graphicPanaramic view for you, stamp wuThe feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophicWe wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next jointAnd who the nigga you annoint?700 volts on the track to slayMurderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascadesThrowin bullets in the air to test windAnd which way the cyclone spinsCounter on clockwise, still civilizedKill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies[masta killa]Give no extension on the lynchinIts tension if the name of the clan is mentionedIts the aura thats felt, that causes one to flash his gunAnd reveal how he really feel, confirmedHell never live after the show, see the promoted for the doughIm takin, breakin his waxThrow my shit on to perform my selection from the swarmDay 2 breaks, its a stormy mondayMy ninjas lay in revines and ditchesUnderneath shrubs and leavesThey breathed thru underwater reedsThe enemy walks above, clan remain subterranean mudOff shore banks, tanks approach the locationBombarded by the circle of death formationTelecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikesShatterin bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragmentsOf cell, inhale these venomous thoughs that I propelThru the north facility, the city must suffer at the handOf the chiefs command, volts is inAt 3 minute intervals the heat intensesDeadenin the power from electrical fencesDefences are down, shake a nigga up, bounce him off the sound[interlude: killah priest of sunz of man]You know what Im sayin?The God ca-diver, in the streets of iris.We talk about sex, money and drugs.(ruled by power.) and yall cats dont knowWhat its about. (love and power.)It goes deeper than what you see on tv.Killah priest, come on.[killah priest of sunz of man]Burnin desire, ebony eyesPainted toe nails, legacys dieDrivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieksAre paid to knock off rich kings, for the joy some singGraveyards filled with scarlet widows, who stabbed they husbandsSleepin on silk pillows, blood on they robesDisguised as beggar in cheap wool clothesLambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gatsLike magic wands, castin spells, sendin niggaz to hellTrappin they souls in realms, baptize em with holy waterSpringin on the heads of plenty witches daughtersInterviews with the richest reportersSilent nights over the dividers, a 1000 muslim biblesFor the cobler, hebrews flee to the hills of masadaFor the love of god, guns make a loud soundIma show you how thugs get downShoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you downCursed nation, lost generationX-files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulersFallen angels from space intrudersDyin saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paintSee it in the pictures, read it like the lost scripturesDissolve it with your 100 proof liqour[njeri]Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondlyThreatenin the lives of those who threaten meLessenin my chances of defeat by predeterminin the victoryAs taught by sun tzu in the chapter, after the third oneI heard my words shall be bombed, regardless to anything or anyoneI die by the gun, my life has just begunThought I was livin all along, but I was wrongThis long road I have to travel in countless battlesThese filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattlesKings, queens and pharoahs change to cattleIm able to subtract the devils arrowSingin at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow2 positions, horoscopes and tarotsHark harolds, angels and christmas carolsRaven images hang from the mantelsMan made slaves and modern day babblesRaw from africa and golden ropes and sandlesBy wicked thieves and vandalsWho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin candlesAnd rambled thru our castle, leavin niggaz shamblesStole our golden sodas like some arab camelsWe gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammoWith to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrowWe went to gretal and the hansel, tricked by this wicked jackelChildren of my grand old daddy, have meIn mind were they lost in this wilderness blind?
