1112 Lyrics
| Song | 1112 |
| Artist | GZA |
| Album | Beneath the Surface |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Diggs, Grice, Moss, Reed, Turner | |
| 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 | |
| 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? |
| zuo ci : Diggs, Grice, Moss, Reed, Turner | |
| 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 | |
| Panaramic view for you, stamp wu | |
| The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic | |
| We wrote blocktic 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 cadiver, 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 | |
| Xfiles, 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 manhandled 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? |
| zuò cí : Diggs, Grice, Moss, Reed, Turner | |
| 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 | |
| Panaramic view for you, stamp wu | |
| The feature gothic, the outcome will be catastrophic | |
| We wrote blocktic 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 cadiver, 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 | |
| Xfiles, 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 manhandled 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? |
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