True Master - Silverbacks lyrics

[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 ain't' changed, n***as 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, hara**in' 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 k**a] 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 n***as eat their oatmeal raw Cee Allah sawed the shotti, 'Preme went down for a body He k**ed Poppy, dusted in the lobby, toxy off shocky Cops be hara**in' tryin' to stop cashin' The episodes pa**, I flash back to guns And crack stashed in gra**, 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 gla** 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 slingshot to a wall of Mac-11's I drank with the Devil and ate with the Reverend 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 k**ings 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 in the nano 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 ducks that kept sitting But the informants x-rays gave off electrons Within a few next days, entire sets gone Prenticle precisions used to remove the eyelids Those responsible for my brothers with high bids Life in the hood is an award winning film Lived out 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