GZA - 1112 lyrics

[GZA] Bobby said, "f** 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 n***a you anoint? 700 volts on the track to slay Murderous wordplay displayed, for k**in cascades Throwin bullets in the air to test wind And which way the cyclone spins Counter on clockwise, still civilized k** spies on the wall, that still flies all dies [Masta k**a] 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 sh** 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 through underwater reeds The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mud Off shore banks, tanks approach the location Bombarded by the circle of d**h 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 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 Defences are down, shake a n***a up, bounce him off the sound [Interlude: k**ah Priest of Sunz Of Man] You know what I'm sayin? The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris. We talk about s**, money and d**. (Ruled by power.) And why'all cats don't know What it's about. (Love and power.) It goes deeper than what you see on TV. k**ah Priest, come on. [k**ah 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 n***az 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 m**m 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