The Abduction Lyrics

The Abduction lyrics

[GZA] 

Okay.. the GZA 

Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin? 

We
gonna bang y'all, in the head one time 

Blaze up on y'all one time real
fast (Do the mix and all that shit) 

Knamsayin, word up (Make it make it a
record real quick, do yo' thang) 

Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight?


(Yeah, hook it up, make it a record, get down yo) 



I take y'all
niggas straight, +Beneath the Surface+ 

to the core, if it ain't raw its
worthless 

Pentab professional, hold the ink 

while river rats fall off
the raft and sink 

Tony let a brother Touch, twenty bar rush 

The way we
push through equivalent to rocket thrust 

Allah just, I lay it for the mix
tapes 

Quick to quake a label-mate 

The sound came outta rusted crate


Surrounded by cobwebs 

Beat smooth enough to slide through like
bobsleds 

On a cold white snow, plus with the right flow 

Wu-Tang
niggaz they shine and make the mic glow 



[Masta Killa] 

We killin
all gorillin with all that screwfacin 

Pacin back and forth looking savage,
stop it 



[RZA aka Bobby Digital] 

Whether plugged in or plugged out


Iron drill mugged or thugged out 

Blood in or blood out, son was bugged
out 

Might look at you and slice you 

Buck fifty face stupid and say but
run Nike swoop 

Who the fuck you think let y'all wild niggas in 

Allowed
you to put down ya guns ,and raise ya pen 

Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck
with no pig 

We teach the kids, you rather have a bullet or a word to your
wig 

Murder rates increases, bullet holes the size of fifty cent pieces


Don't worry about the weed or pussy, I read books 

I'm liable to
mate'cha king with three rooks 

You see the Wu W raised in black fists


Maybe Tony Touch, Concord needle will scratch this 

The ice cube link
you bough, from the Jew for 80 G's 

was only appraised at fourty-two


Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude 

of people, who would trade gold
for food 

I heard boar's head killed more than nuclear's warhead 

Or
street serfs who walk around dressed in all red 

Bobby Digi said if you
ever encounter Allah beef 

Break my sons Doc Doom and Crisis wit a nice
piece 



[Masta Killa] 

Penetrate on mix tape, with the legislation


Illustrate constant elevation 

Spark friction, Shawshank Golden Arm
Redemption 

Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature 



[Inspecta
Deck] 

Off top my unorthodox style of attack 

is like Hannibal rollin on
elephant's backs 

Pack a long barrel, bustin off strong ammo 

My light
so vast I cast twenty foot shadows 

First family, fifth cappo, micro to
macro 

Load it in ya head play it back slow 

Act like you know, this is
no drill 

Murderous rap revealed goin for kill 

On these New York city
sidewalks we walk 

Camoflauge, dodgin the eyes of the hawk 

Kani Sport,
totin the fifth, slidin off 

My live source movin across with brute force


Bloodsport, anymore heads face the blade 

Fakers must fade, the stakes
are now raised 

Words of murder, suspense, and intrigue 

Make major
league niggaz show signs of fatigue 

My Killer Bees span wider than seven
seas 

Squeeze on MC's, with bullet train speed 

Tony's Touch create
more gold than Midas 

Ya highness, all in ya head, like ya hair stylus




[Ghostface Killa] 

Frosty mug, big ring leaders top secret thug


Lampin in cheaters or in thaw with the murder glove 

Boat of the town,
devilish grin look peculiar 

Swung on this faggot, knocked the windows outta
Silvia's 

Timb's got scuffed up, my ankles got sprained, that's my word


To ever single seat I smack flames 

Staten Island's bayside of
teachers of Elijah 

Thrown out the temple, non-calodic wit the father


Nickname's Pudding, Clarence 13X before the Will Smith's 

and the
limelights of Cuba Gooding 

Lost in the cosmos, explodin through a quasar


Be duckin pulsars, organic stay still be the Gods 

Tony Touch, Tony
Touch 

Word up 

Big Face Ghost in effect