11 - Grand Wizard

[Hook] I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m [[[Grand Wizard]]] If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me [[[Grand Wizard]]] [Verse 1] Look, I tell a nigga like this “Now you ain’t about to be livin’ all up in my neighborhood Where I made it good.” And my way to put This into effect is to slay the ‘hood See, I made the ‘hood Niggas be talkin’ ‘bout havin’ the ‘hood on they back— I got the hood on my face Get put in yo’ place So, try to step up, get a foot in yo’ face Get retired. Have another march from Cease Fire Better have the church bring three choirs We bring fire when we ridin’ You see violence… ‘Cause we hate y’all niggas So just be silent… We gon’ break y’all niggas So, who in the fuck got the guts To wanna come up and get cut Down by the sounds of the rounds on the ground In the midst of the crowd I delivered it proud You want it, you livin’ it now Not you—yo’ blinds closed, yo’ eyes closed Yo’ mind knows yo’ rivals wear my clothes And you celebrate while I elevate And I escalate the crime rate Y’all sit and wait, so I’m great So run and hide when I come Or watch me fire my gun And either way I don’t care But I guarantee you I’m there And niggas neva’ gon’ tell So I’m neva’ seein’ no jail [[[BANG!]]] [Hook] I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m [[[Grand Wizard]]] If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me [[[Grand Wizard]]] [Verse 2] [What Scrappy say? O-K-K-K!]]] If a nigga wanna play, I’m a drop that nigga Me and the whole hood in the drop with the top back With the Glock strapped, if I cock that, nigga It’ll leave top flat, better stop that, nigga Three K’s, ready to chop that nigga If I catch you on the block believe it, I’m a cock the nina [Pop, Pop] try’n’ a stop ya breathing Have ya’ niggas tryna stop the bleeding They cannot believe it No bulletproof vest can protect you, my bullets go through to ya chest We used to have fun killin’ niggas, but y’all niggas do it the best Y’all doing it better than me and my crew could have ever imagined We’ll never forget it. Me and my crew are forever indebted Puttin’ our hood on, we cliqued up—rowdy, flexin’ that horsepower More niggas, that’s more dyin’, more funerals, more flowers Y’all kill, no big deal, but when we kill, ‘you poor cowards.’ It’s news coverage, Jesse Jackson, protesting ‘bout four hours I’m seeing you as the enemy, nigga You seeing you as the enemy, nigga Load up the shotty Makin’ you niggas take shots, I ain’t talkin’ bout Hennessey, nigga Ruin ya plans, me and my Klan’ll make you and ya’ family a memory, nigga It’s off with ya’ head, you better off dead, and that’s what you fin’n’a be, nigga [Hook] I’m the leader of my Klan, got that cannon on my waist Run up in a nigga yard, slap that burner ‘cross his face If you see me, I ain’t playin’, got my finger on the trigger Throw my hood up in the sky while I be killin’ all you niggas, like I’m [[[Grand Wizard]]] If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me [[[Grand Wizard]]] [Verse 3] I believe there was a point in time where America was afraid that the black man would rape his ladies And they’d have his babies So something, maybe, needed to be done to stop the madness And sadness at some point gave way to apathy Because the fact is We are so much better at stopping us than anyone In the history of America has ever been And rather than see this as fact We’d shackle ourselves to the lie that tells us that The whips and the chains and The murders with burners and Crosses with crucifixes Show who the sickness is inflictin’ as we flick on and pick off one another like Cotton ready for the reapin’ Seekin’ approval from a master who may as well be our God And since we can’t see the God in our selves We try hard to show how Hell and Hard Times have broken our spirits, and Each and every one of our lyrics is a testament to rest of it being just a matter of time… I’ve never been to a Klan rally But I’ve seen a man stand in an alley Fire red hot lead shots at a man who was a spittin’ image of himself And then take a piss in front of God and the whole world Assured nobody would question his authority to take what he doesn’t own Noose Necked Niggas may as well be Grand Wizards of the KKK… [[[Grand Wizard]]] If you see me, I ain’t playin’, I be killin’ all you niggas, you can call me [[[Grand Wizard]]] …Who would have thought that if we stayed in the ‘hood, the hoods wouldn’t have to come looking for us, and we’d just continue lynching ourselves?