RZA, Prodigal Sunn, Masta Killa - The Whistle lyrics
[RZA, Prodigal Sunn, Masta Killa - The Whistle lyrics]
Di-Di-Di-Di-Di-Digital
Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle
But ya'll lest in spittle
From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they paid me chips
Just to spray the clip and empty out on you
In sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools
Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be
Stuck off the leaf two guns in their hands
Yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and
They fuck with the niece
Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo
On her breast that's shaped like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got another two
Yeah
We smoke those blunts the size of bats
We got those gats as long as ax
We snatch that cheese right off the trap
We put those Beez all on your map
I shoot the fair one
I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste
Pace myself ace my health, great with wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth
I move for self
Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
That's the way I am, word to Glock
My sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of
The World Trade blues nine o'clock news
Abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves
Paid my dues
From the School of Intelligence
I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply
As I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, built my name
Sustained like blood
Flow through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine forever sunshine
We smoke
From the Vil to Brazil
Live on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Just Cipher
Hit it on the first date plotted my escape
Twelve hours shift at the gate
How can you beat a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so hard
To pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz
We scramble like Vick
Automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red
But that's home
And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone
Yo, I beat the case, now I face the acquittal
You nizzles try to belittle
But ya'll lest in spittle
From a baby's lip, the digi made me flip
Plus they paid me chips
Just to spray the clip and empty out on you
In sync like the SMPTE output on the MPC 2002
We be housin' crews, plus we housin' fools
In abandoned apartments with a thousand tools
Crazy shootin' dudes buck off the beat
Brainless boutless fools who be
Stuck off the leaf two guns in their hands
Yellin' "Fuck the police!"
On the weekend get drunk and
They fuck with the niece
Of the precint chief, she got the tattoo
On her breast that's shaped like The W
Go 'head snatch the guns, son, I'll cover you
And if they get past me we got another two
Yeah
We smoke those blunts the size of bats
We got those gats as long as ax
We snatch that cheese right off the trap
We put those Beez all on your map
I shoot the fair one
I dare ya'll run through New York City
Or any city or place, my face, royal taste
Pace myself ace my health, great with wealth
Undetected like the wings of a Stealth
I move for self
Or any man, woman or child that I call fam
That's the way I am, word to Glock
My sister Pam
Son, lived through the terror of
The World Trade blues nine o'clock news
Abused the mind of many fools
Braves and jewels, made my moves
Paid my dues
From the School of Intelligence
I stayed benevolent
Most high, magnify, multiply
As I add to the Kings of Kings
We never die, built my name
Sustained like blood
Flow through the veins divine sign
Dine with wine forever sunshine
We smoke
From the Vil to Brazil
Live on your C-SPAN radio band
Explicit, dice kiss it, pour a little liquor
Golden imported from Cuba, Miss Aruba
Sexy as Asia, met her up in Mecca
Getting up in Just Cipher
Hit it on the first date plotted my escape
Twelve hours shift at the gate
How can you beat a G a week in '88?
Trips to the Pocono Lodge, the fresh Izod
Mama shouldn't work so hard
To pay the landlord
A grand in your birthday card, times is hard
The gun hammer click, when the pigs blitz
We scramble like Vick
Automatic six plus one to the head
Yo, the east so hot, it's red
But that's home
And my Glock still burn your skin to the bone
Sonny Corleone don't discuss it on the phone