1112 Lyrics

1112 lyrics

[GZA]

 Bobby said, "Fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip"

 Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought 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

 Panaramic 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 annoint?

 700 volts on the track to slay

 Murderous wordplay displayed, for killin cascades

 Throwin bullets in the air to test wind

 and which way the cyclone spins

 Counter on clockwise, still civilized

 Kill spies on the wall, that still flies all dies

 

 [Masta Killa]

 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 revines and ditches

 Underneath shrubs and leaves

 They breathed thru 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 thoughs that I propel

 thru 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

 Defences are down, shake a nigga up, bounce him off the sound

 

 [Interlude: Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man]

 You know what I'm sayin?

 The God ca-diver, 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.

 

 [Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man]

 Burnin desire, ebony eyes

 Painted toe nails, legacys die

 Drivin by the well, egyption queens, arabian shieks

 are 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 1000 muslim bibles

 for the cobler, 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 liqour

 

 [Njeri]

 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

 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 pharoahs change to cattle

 I'm able to subtract the devil's arrow

 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 thru 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 jackel

 Children of my grand old daddy, have me

 In mind were they lost in this wilderness blind?