Masta Killa

Masta Killa - Silverbacks lyrics

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[Intro: Inspectah Deck]

One, two, one, two, the High Chief

Yeah... yo... so alone... baby



[Inspectah Deck]

I'm just lookin' out of the window

Watchin' the gunshots blow-ow

Thinkin' how we all was turnin' out

Keepin' my head above water

Got to make a weight when I can (cuz I can)

Temporary lay off, cop pay offs, daily rip offs

Informer tip off, clips lick off

The judge got hit off, boss got knocked off

Worker made a come off, cash got dropped off

Buildings got burnt out, sisters got turned out

Work out in the yard up North, tryin' to burst out

Pissy elevators, dirty cop favors

Tongues hiding razors, minors turn majors

Wave the bigger tools, shoot out inside the school yard

The game aint' changed, niggaz done made their own rules

They buildin' plans, they pull a million dollar scam

Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands

The black market, labelled the movin' target

Dwellin' in the heartless projects

Evil eyes walkin', the BBS rims flossin'

The beat walk in, harassin' the street walkin'

They keep talkin', like the Rebel might slow up

They set me up to go up, the witness din't show up



[Masta Killa]

Look out in drug stores (but I'm slippin') bare approach the look out

Be off the block by ten, the kite was sent

Then all those who dare to oppose, were sent back

Chained to the train track, protect ya jaw

These silverback niggaz eat their oatmeal raw

Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body

He killed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky

Cops be harassin' tryin' to stop cashin'

The episodes pass, I flash back to guns

And crack stashed in grass, you movin' savage

Please warn him of his ways and actions

Before I blast him

Then the homicide was justified when I arrive

Black tints on the glass with the stockin' cap mask

It's all official, steel pistol style whip you, to the gristle

While my team be stompin' you out after the whistle



[GZA]

I went from the slums of Hell to paradise in Heaven

From a sling-shot to a wall of mac 11's

I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverand

We talked numbers and I told 'em, that mine was 7

The total amount of hits, behind the collapsed building

That had exploded in a frenzy of killings

Bodies lay near tons of twisted metal

Of a structure and atomic force, it leveled

From the tale of the tape, the product failed in comparison

The weight, the height, the reach, was not a year within

Sight, the significant, difference was the ammo

Wrecking y'all individuals and their man know

Second by second, heat blazed through the night

Leaving a dazzling array of neon lights

The primary reason of mission for them spitting

The firing kept hitting, them dust, they kept sipping

But the informants x-rays gave off electrons

Within a few next days, entire cess gone

Prenticle percisions used to remove the eyelids

Those responsible for my brothers with high bids

Life in the hood is an award winning film

Lived ut by savages who can't escape the realm

A place where the young meet and greet with guns

In the park they interrupt the pure innocent fun
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