Wardance - Timbo King

I’m from the blocks so when I call you from a block number

It’s gon' be a hot summer, all the minds wonder

See it was written in the numbers from the book of Moses

If you didn’t focus, you caught the hocus, pocus

I’m from the plant where they grow and they breed the Seed of Life

Yo let the hammers low, let them see the light

This that wardance, not time for slow jams

Ga’head and dance with the devil, hold hands

*over the chorus

Timbo King

RZArectah Wu-Tang

All the chief, all the tribes

Come together as one

See the God

C’mon, Wardance

Birth-right, blood type

Senokot, sunlight

Wild boyz from Indians

Issachar and Simeon

Judah tribe, Maccabee

Slap you with the lion’s paw

What you lyin' for?

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

Harlots and witchcraft’s

Spirits in the wine bottle

Europeans in Brazil yellin' out «obrigado»

Chief peace pipe blowin' out smoke signals

From the reservation all the way to the Ramesses' temple

Is that Dr. York?

Akbar, worked in the lumber yard

Wish a wood-chip, slave-ship, Egypt

Face the pillars of the Timbuk

Israel be the father land

Brooklyn to Bethlehem

Herb first medicine, travel the four corners

First born offsprings

Ahmad Khalil Muhammad

Try all the Visa schemes

I got the alabeth Arabic dialect

Follow the silhouette

G-O-D intellect

I had the answers since math class PS-5

So now they got PS-2,3,4 and 5

While 2012 suppose to be the expiration date

The preacher man still handing out collection plates

(Chorus) Timbo

I’m from the blocks so when I call you from a block number

It’s gon' be a hot summer, all the minds wonder

See it was written in the numbers from the book of Moses

If you didn’t focus, you caught the hocus, pocus

I’m from the plant where they grow and they breed the Seed of Life

Yo let the hammers low, let them see the light

This that wardance, not time for slow jams

Ga’head and dance with the devil, hold hands

*over the chorus

Blackfoot

Cherokees

Synonggue

All the tribes come together

I be the RZA from all mighty Wu-Tang Clan

Timbo King, Brooklyn’s Finest

Talk to 'em, God!

The earthquake in Haiti?

Hard project, maybe?

The human babies on the waters of Euphrates

Freedom of death, young Abraham, shalom brothers

Wicked welfare, section-8 controlling mothers

You know the penalties, outside the jurisdiction

Only a few will listen, if not, back to prison

Or Hell Razah, Timbuk King, and the K Priest

These are the Tabernacle, Emor Leviticus 23

Generations vaccine microchips

You peep the message when Michael said «This is it»

What a coincidence, past tense, present day

Under the Black Moors, Scottish law, EL-BAY

It’s the botanical, war like I’m Hannibal

God gave me dominion over animals

Black tall man in the jungle where gorillas be

Beating on my chest like an ape swinging from the tree

A good and evil, sew with the wooden needle

And the words are great Musa free my people

I spit the biblical, lyrical, holy rap

Blow that Indian giver, here to take it back

Chief Bo King

(Chorus) Timbo

I’m from the blocks so when I call you from a block number

It’s gon' be a hot summer, all the minds wonder

See it was written in the numbers from the book of Moses

If you didn’t focus, you caught the hocus, pocus

I’m from the plant where they grow and they breed the Seed of Life

Yo let the hammers low, let them see the light

This that wardance, not time for slow jams

Ga’head and dance with the devil, hold hands

Timbo King

Warcloud

Chief

Call all the tribes as one

We takin' over