название:

1112


автор:

GZA/Genius


жанры: rap
альбомы: Beneath The Surface
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Bobby said, "Fuck spendin' 50 on a whip, buy equip"
Mental flip, got a thousand tracks stored on a chip
Said he had mad toys to make noise
You split and separate drums like asteroidsThe 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 youBugged 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 catastrophicWe 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' cascadesThrowin' bullets in the air to test wind
Which way the cyclone spins
Counter on clockwise, still civilized
Kill spies on the wall that still flies all diesGive 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, confirmedHe'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 MondayMy ninjas lay in ravines and ditches
Underneath shrubs and leaves
They breathed through underwater reeds
The enemy walks above, Clan remain subterranean mudOff 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 cellInhale these venomous thought 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 Cadaver, 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
Winnin' by the well, Egyptian Queens, Arabian Sheiks
Paid to knock off rich kings for the joy some singGraveyards 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 gatsLike 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 reportersSilent nights over the dividers
A thousand Muslims bow before the Kaaba
Hebrews flee to the hills of Masada
For the love of God, guns make a loud soundI'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 rulersFallen 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 liquorHa, 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 oneI heard my words shall be bombed
Regardless to anything or anyone or else
I die by the gun, my life has just begun
Thought I was livin' all along but I was wrongThis 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 [Incomprehensible] the Devil's [Incomprehensible]Singin' at his eyes on the sparrow, mind narrow
2 positions, horoscopes and tarots
Hark harolds, angels and Christmas carolsRaven images hang from the mantels
Man made slaves and modern day babbles
Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles
By wicked thieves and vandalsWho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles
And rambled through our castle, leavin' niggaz shambles
Stole our golden sodas like some Arab camels
We gazed, amazed and baffled as he loaded his ammoWith to the barrel and blasted out our bone marrow
We went to Gretal and the Hansel, tricked by this wicked jackal
Children of my grand old daddy, have me
In mind, were they lost in this wilderness blind?
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Это интересно:Об альбоме Beneath The Surface:

В основном составе Wu-Tang Clan все роли распределены. И хотя исполняют все, GZA – текстовой и идеологический центр. RZA заправляет музыкой, Method Man, Raekwon и Ghostface Killah рекут, Ol' Dirty Bastard влипает в переделки, скандалит и служит своеобразной напоминающей рекламой. От каждого по способностям. У Джизы (так они читают его укороченную кличку) способностей хоть отбавляй. Он разрабатывает концепции, сочиняет рифмы (бывает, по сотне в день) и всячески издевается над английским языком. В этом альбоме начисто отсутствует музыкальное влияние RZA (кроме вокалов) – инструментами занялся Arabian Knight, и его особенно хочется похвалить за фортепианные аккорды в "Hip Hop Fury" и дикие фоновые крики в "Stringplay". Заглавный трек спродюссировал, как ни странно, Inspectah Deck, до этого известный только как хороший исполнитель. Сам Джиза занимается своей "слэнгвистикой". "Publicity" построена на газетных заголовках и названиях журналов, а "Breaker, Breaker" выдает набор свежих метафор. Неспешная, но сильная манера считки Джизы могут спасти альбомы раз в двадцать похуже. А этот спасать не надо. От "Victims" и "Crash Your Crew" до "Amplified Sample" – классический Wu. Местами однообразно, но кому сейчас легко? Остается перечислить состав "помощников": из ведущих ролей – Ol' Dirty Bastard, RZA, Killah Priest, Masta Killa и Method Man, остальные - Trigga, Royal Fam, LA The Darkman, Dreddy Kreugger, Hell Raizah, Prodigal Sun, Timbo King – из клано-клоновых проектов-прилипалок.

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