Da Great Siege - Mathematics

It’s Da Great Siege

See y’all faggot niggaz back the fuck up

Y’all bitches just back the fuck up It’s Da Great Siege

Killa Bees in fatigue

No time to bob or weave

Your city’s intrigued

Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer

Bounce a nigga bummer

We scrape you dumber

Shaolin rooftop talk

We shot talk

Who shot hawk?

Bobby got off

It’s Da Great Siege

Killa Bees in fatigue

You caught up in intrigue

The city’s caught

No chance to bob and weave

BZA-Bobby

Shaolin — ring the alarm

Who shot hawk?

Who got off?

Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer

Bounce a nigga, we scrape you

You looking dumber and dumber

We turn winter to summer

We be sharing poems, wearing hand bones

Tearing domes in half, seizing thrones

Wearing stones, they engineering clones

But they can’t zone in to where the soul roams

I’m home, up in my lab 'bout to stab the pad

Just hit this blunt, just had some cunt

Rice and beans, steamed from the?

la cuisine in Queens

across the street from the Nazarean

The black prince in the G wagon, black tints

Music bubbling, hollarin at the hood wench

The mechanic fix like Johnny Goodwrench

Ninja walk on sands, leave no footprints

Bitches dialect compressed on cassette

Two three point intellect, splashed in Fayette’s

On TV video shows, pretty video hoes

Licking old souls, spread eagle pose

Shaolin talk slang with the royal blood

Killa Bees in fatigue

No chance to bob and weave

The city’s intrigued

I’m pushing straight through in that navy-blue H2 Hummer

We scrape you, it’s a bummer

You dumber and dumber

Shaolin rooftop talk

Who shot hawk?

Who got off?

— Bobby

Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby

Getting these bills like Cosby

I’m up on Pickin

Bitch walked in on a veggie fried rice and half a chicken

Like it’s finger-licking, my favorite clicking

On some old finger-picking, itchy trigger, nigga listen

It’s Da Great Siege

Killa Bees in fatigue

You’re gonna get intrigued

The city’s caught

No chance to bob and weave

BZA-Bobby, Shaolin rooftop talk

Who shot hawk?

Who got off?

Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer

Bounce a nigga, he scrape you

You looking dumber and dumber

We turn winter into summer

Can we bling bling, shine shine

yeah bring it back