Njeri - 1112 lyrics

[Verse 1: GZA] Bobby said, "f** 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 portraits 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 n***a you anoint? 700 volts on the track to slay Murderous wordplay displayed from k**ing cascades Throwing bullets in the air to test wind Which way the cyclone spin? Counter or clockwise? Still civilized k** spies on the wall as still flies, all dies [Verse 2: Masta k**a] 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 sh** 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 d**h 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 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 saying? The God ca-diver, in the streets of Iris We talk about s**, money and d** (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 k**ah Priest, come on [Verse 3: k**ah Priest] 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 Who 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 n***as 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 m**ms bow before the Kaaba Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada For the love of God, guns make a loud sound I'mma 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 [Verse 4: Njeri Earth] 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 change 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 n***as shambles Stole our golden sodas 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