1112 Lyrics - Singles - The Genius Gza

Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy equip" 

Mental flip, got a thousand tracks stored on a chip 

Said he had mad toys to make noise 

You split and separate drums like asteroids 

The concerned producer sampled this question 

Hit him with the beat for the answer with extra compression 

When sound travel, it quickly grab you 

And equalizes the pitch up, until it have you 

Bugged out, tryin' to think you can match this 

The portrait's too graphic 

Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu 

The feature Gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic 

We wrote block-tic checkpoints on your next joint 

And who the nigga you anoint? 

700 volts on the track to slay 

Murderous wordplay displayed for killin' cascades 

Throwin' bullets in the air to test wind 

Which way the cyclone spins 

Counter on clockwise, still civilized 

Kill spies on the wall that still flies all dies 

Give no extension on the lynchin' 

It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned 

It's the aura that's felt that causes one to flash his gun 

And reveal how he really feel, confirmed 

He'll never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough 

I'm takin', breakin' his wax 

Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm 

Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday 

My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches 

Underneath shrubs and leaves 

They breathed through underwater reeds 

The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud 

Off shore banks, tanks approach the location 

Bombarded by the circle of death formation 

Telecom lines are sniped from these low altitude strikes 

Shatterin' bulletproof helmets with scrap nail fragments of cell 

Inhale these venomous thought that I propel 

Through the North facility, the city must suffer at the hand 

Of the Chief's command, volts is in 

At 3 minute intervals the heat intenses 

Deadenin' the power from electrical fences 

Defenses are down, shake a nigga up 

Bounce him off the sound 

{You know what I'm sayin'? 

The God Cadaver, in the streets of Iris 

We talk about sex, money and drugs 

(Ruled by power)} 

{And y'all cats don't know what it's about 

(Love and power) 

It goes deeper than what you see on TV 

Killah Priest, come on} 

Burnin' desire, ebony eyes, painted toe nails, legacys die 

Winnin' by the well, Egyptian Queens, Arabian Sheiks 

Paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing 

Graveyards filled with scarlet widows who stabbed they husbands 

Sleepin' on silk pillows, blood on they robes 

Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes 

Lambs and wolfs in black hoods, pull out they gats 

Like magic wands, castin' spells, sendin' niggaz to Hell 

Trappin' they souls in realms, baptize 'em with holy water 

Springin' on the heads of plenty witches' daughters 

Interviews with the richest reporters 

Silent nights over the dividers 

A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba 

Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada 

For the love of God, guns make a loud sound 

I'ma show you how thugs get down 

Shoot outs, bullets turn into bloodhounds and hunt you down 

Cursed nation, lost generation 

X-Files, describe them in the future as cosmic rulers 

Fallen angels from space intruders 

Dyin' saints, blood spilled on the floor like wet paint 

See it in the pictures, read it like the lost scriptures 

Dissolve it with your 100 proof liquor 

Ha, I shot the sheriff and the deputy secondly 

Threatenin' the lives of those who threaten me 

Lessenin' my chances of defeat by predeterminin' the victory 

As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter, after the third one 

I heard my words shall be bombed 

Regardless to anything or anyone or else 

I die by the gun, my life has just begun 

Thought I was livin' all along but I was wrong 

This long road I have to travel in countless battles 

These filthy snakes with poison fangs and rattles 

Kings, queens and pharaohs change to cattle 

Unable to [Incomprehensible] the Devil's [Incomprehensible] 

Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow 

2 positions, horoscopes and tarots 

Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carols 

Raven images hang from the mantels 

Man made slaves and modern day babbles 

Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles 

By wicked thieves and vandals 

Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles 

And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles 

Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels 

We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammo 

With to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow 

We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal 

Children of my grand old daddy, have me 

In mind, were they lost in this wilderness blind?