[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 beats are gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic
We rode block, tick checkpoints on your next joint
and who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed fom killin’ cascades
Throw my bullets in the air to test wind
which way the cyclone spin
Counter or clockwise, still civilize
Kill spies on the wall as 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 promoter for the dough
I'm takin’, breakin’ his wax
Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the Swarm.036+
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathe through underwater reefs
The enemy walks above, Clan remain sub-terrain in 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 shrapnel fragments of shell Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility, the city must suffer at the hand
of the Chief's command, volts is in
At three 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]
You know what I'm sayin?
The darkest hour, 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]
Burnin’ desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacies die
Woman by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian sheiks
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 Nevada
A thoudand 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, found 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
And solve it with your 100 proof liquor
[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 born, 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 duck the devil's arrow
Singin’ at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
Two positions, horoscopes and tarots
Heart heralds, angels and Christmas carols
Raven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves in modern day Babel
Robbed from Africa in golden robes and sandals
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
Into the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We were the Gretel 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?