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[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?