Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1112 , by - GZA/Genius. Song from the album Beneath The Surface, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Geffen
Song language: English
1112 |
| Bobby said, «fuck spendin 50 on a whip, buy a clip» |
| Mental flip, got a thousand tracks thought 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 portraits 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 |
| Give no extension on the lynchin |
| Its tension if the name of the clan is mentioned |
| Its the aura thats felt, that causes one to flash his gun |
| And reveal how he really feel, confirmed |
| Hell never live after the show, see the promoted for the dough |
| Im takin, breakin his wax |
| Throw my shit on to perform my selection from the swarm |
| Day 2 breaks, its 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 chiefs 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 |
| You know what Im sayin? |
| The God ca-diver, in the streets of iris. |
| We talk about sex, money and drugs. |
| (ruled by power.) and yall cats dont know |
| What its about. |
| (love and power.) |
| It goes deeper than what you see on tv. |
| Killah priest, come on. |
| 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 |
| Ima 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 |
| 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 |
| Im able to subtract the devils 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? |