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 portrait's too graphic
Panoramic 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 anoint?
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'
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 ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through 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 thoughts that I propel
Through 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
Defenses are down, shake a nigga up
Bounce him off the sound
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
Burnin' desire, ebony eyes
Painted toe nails, legacys die
Drivin' by the well, Egyptian queens, Arabian shieks
Are paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some sing