GZA, Njeri Earth, Masta Killa, Killah Priest - 1112 lyrics

Bobby said: "Fuck spending fifty on a whip
Buy equip" mental flip
He got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
He split and separate drums like asteroids
The concerned producer sampled this question
Hit him with the beat for
The answer with extra compression
My sound travel, it quickly grab you
And equalize the pitch up, until it have you
Bugged out, tryna think you can match this
The portrait's are too graphic
Panoramic view for you, stamp Wu
The beats are Gothic
The outcome will be catastrophic
We roadblocked it
Checkpoints on your next joint
Now, who the nigga you anoint?
700 volts on the track to slay
Murderous wordplay displayed from
Killing cascades
Throwing bullets in the air to test wind
Which way the cyclone spin?
Counter or clockwise? Still civilized
Kill spies on the wall as still flies
All dies

Give no extension on the lynching
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 taking
Breaking his wax
Throwing my shit on to perform
The selection from the Swarm
Day 2 breaks, it's a stormy Monday
My ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reefs
The enemy walks above
Clan remains subterraned 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
Shattering bulletproof helmets with shrapnel
Fragments of cell
Inhale these venomous thoughts that I propel
Through the north facility
The city must suffer
At the hand of the Chief's command
Volts are sent
At three minute intervals the heat intenses
Deadening the power from electrical fences
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound

You know what I'm saying?
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
Come on

Burning desire, ebony eyes
Painted toenails, legacies die
Women by the well, Egyptian queens
Arabian sheiks paid to knock off rich
Kings for the joy some sing
Graveyards filled with scarlet widows
Stabbed they husbands
Sleeping on silk pillows
Blood on they robes
Disguised as beggar in cheap wool clothes
Lambs and wolves in black hoods
Pull out they gats
Like magic wands, casting spells
Sending niggas to Hell
Trapping they souls in realms
Baptize them with Holy Water
Springing on the heads of
Plenty witches' daughters
Interviews with the richest reporters
Silent nights over Nevada
A thousand 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
Shootouts, 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
Dying saints
Blood spilled on the floor like wet paint
See it in the pictures, read it
Like the lost scriptures
Absorb it with your 100 proof liquor

Huh I shot the sheriff
And the deputy secondly
Threatening the lives of those
Who threaten me
Lessening my chances of defeat
By predetermining the victory
As taught by Sun Tzu in the chapter
After the third one
I heard my word shall be born
Regardless to anything or anyone
Or else I die by the gun
My life has just begun
Thought I was living 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 changed to cattle
Unable to duck the Devil's arrow
Singing that his eye's on the sparrow
Mind narrow
Superstitions, horoscopes and tarots
"Hark Heralds Angels" and Christmas carols
Graven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves in modern day Babel
Brought from Africa in golden
Robes and sandals
By wicked thieves and vandals
Who manhandled us with leather
Whips and burning candles
And rambled through our castle
Leaving niggas shambles
Stole our gold and sold us
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 when they're lost
In this wilderness blind