Keith Masters - This Is How It Happened... lyrics

[Verse 1: Keith Masters] The cop on the block heard sirens just drop Calling all units, 125, he just flopped (On Wall Street) Rushed out the buildings, the raw heat Where, distant possibilities and reality meet, ugh The baby, up crying, wet self from the pissing It's impossible to speak, but got-damn do it listen Downtown, you can hear the crash, teachers just started cla** Broken gla** followed the impact (the matrix) The intellects just waited for this day to come Read the writing on the wall, red rum, White House claimed dumb D.C. could feel it, concealed plans - we can't reveal it Horns blown, can't seal it - ego torn, can't heal it The blues in the city made Marvin holler Another day, 'nother dollar for the mighty rap scholar, ugh As for me, I was deep, underneath - feeling the beat And when I came to, ah ah I came to I came to...I woke up in the Chorus I woke up in the GHOST CITY, feels like 9/11 n***as push rocks, and they only 9 and 11 The deadly sins, must amount to much more than seven We dial 9-1-1 for emergency in Ghost City [Verse 2: Keith Masters] The monument (Doomed) make way for the tombs Now phantoms plague rooms, shadows dance at noon While the priest knelt, praying for the second hit And then the second one hit and the priest yell, "Ohh shiit"! And the mother, lord - don't forget about the mother She, trying to save her children like Sally Struthers And the ghosts haunt dreams like Betelgeuse in house And the ghosts on the block move quiet as a mouse And the fiends move along like nothing ever happened Just imagine, dust in the air - lungs all blackened And the clones is attacking, episode II - Star Wars Better hold floors, get lifted trying to hold yours (Military!) Hardcore, this means war It's not a game, so you know we ain't, playing no more (What about the emcee?) I was drenched in empathy Prepared to fight the greatest battle lyrically, in Chorus [Verse 3: Privilege] They claim it was predicted How ever many years past when JC practiced carpentry in Bethlehem Said the twin brothers would fall, and they did Financial Districts, streets littered with the remnants of disbelief of what used to be Custees, distributors and wholesalers are all dead Not from the drug game, but real thug games International relations, foreign policies, sticks and carrots Wasn't even like their favorite national food, or even bad habit For indigenous rabbits, intelligent scavengers Knocked the infidels towers down - while its blood rushed uptown From Wall Street to Hell's Kitchen Morningside Heights back to Battery Park, see if you were with me would've seen Mohammeds, Atwas, fatwas Explode like f*gwa on the palate - Prince Vanderheart laughing from his palace Call for jihad, Kabul to Riyadh Now kids in Madrid is plotting on trains like watch this! Pretty grandiose, (haha), tossed, engrained in the psyche For the greater good, we all wood And I see the conspiracy - it's loose change in appearances...bleak to me Chorus