Текст (слова) песни: GZA f Killah Priest, Masta Killa, Njeri - 1112

 
[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 
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?
 

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