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We are at war with the enemy we can't see a brutal conspiracy of assassination Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders (a woman) Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!! (reporter) There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear (expert) Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire (reporter) it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism It's time to go to war niggas... Get the bulletproof vests niggas... word up!! chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause got high with fly sounds bound the floors it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!) Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) Spill it to bomb, backglot? Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout DA-DA-DAZ just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide with energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die Split yo' vest from yo' test My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins' razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden follow the prince of thieves, I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler It's the price of killin' like Kaine did the first murder chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars when I attack MC's become B.O.W.'s missin' in action Shogun the Assason strikes with rage, when I engage with Street Wars, when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows commandoes with empty ammo We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff county Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x) One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men Climin' uses race from the sun Dom PaChino, Madman, Assassin tracks for Shogun... |
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Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wassup dog? Seven commandments, knahmean? Yo son, with the seven commandments Chorus: (6x) Yo I'm about the army shit, the raw shit The military war hits with gun clips (Shogun Assasson) Yo, my battleground's where I lounge Fightin wars from dusk til dawn In the trenches of hell There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill The planet Earth is the battlefield Enemy troops can't come face to face with death Black mission caught for cold steel The last art drill when I open fire Better aim to kill As the destruction that I reveal like revelations Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation with no mental vision Unseen strikes your vital like precision I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition (9th Prince) I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers Riddlers and Hitlers Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven The seven commandments Metric equivalents Meaning many niggas died for pleasures (Dom PaChino) I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile Fittin your sides ragged Puerto Rican terrorist from the Middle East refusin the mark of the beast Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life Made possible by the mic device I slice wieldin a sharp instrument Sharpened in the temple of pyramids Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun Dom PaChino madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun (Street Life) Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm 21st century crime for you being born US currency got me itchin my palms P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass I deal with this shit like it's my last So to speak what you say son go have a blast I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn First degree poetry Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets (Beretta 9) Mentally I be ready, pass the machette My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery Goin through the struggle, trials and execution This is my solution to this revolution Pay close attention, lyrical precision My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children '96 be buildin the stat or be killed in |
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Get the vests; get the vests
Word up, grab your nines Crazy head get out there God Blast that nigga hard It's all real over here Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what We don't give a fuck (Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings) Yo, it's burning season Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason Many of them bleeding Some getting sent to the brain for no reason On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville It's all for real cause everything is real Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel Ayo nigga I'm on the cash rules Wasted in my hand, half a hundred grand Injure that pretender in the black land Heard he be the crack man Selling major jums (?) by the pager son He the one sporting crazy tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue So here's the plan Get the glock I got the doo-wop Follow him for two blocks And pop him if he do cock Scat back better snap his nap back for that black Pass the stacks to Fat Cat and find out where the crack's at Rolling out make sure you keep your phone out So I can reach your shit quick Get his whip stripped and take my own route For safety Mistakes be for hasty Many jakes who chase me But never have the space to embrace me A fool's game where all the rules change I never move the same But who's to blame My nigga Buddha came with the ruger aim Somebody screamed stop the violence So this nigga had the silencer spitting black talons at any challenger Yo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harm Me and Har my nigga Buddha caught about three in the arm But one traveled to his abdomen I grabbed him and embraced him Had to see how bad this crab had laced him Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his life Take care my seed and my wife Make sure she's feeding him right True indeed black I got your back I hold it down on the real May you rest in peace son I see you on the ground Many times I fought the urge to resort to crime But I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kind I'm feeling nines 'til they overflow Going blow for blow with the rest Cause them try and test the best It's a slug fest Round one sounds wrong I found one Lurking in the back now clapped him with my pound son The shells drop Old ladies yell for the cops and shorty shot shit Fell in the arms of his pops and didn't mean to Why he had them running away Should have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun spray I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping With my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hot The gats flash out by leaps and bounds Now police and hounds making up grounds Cause they chasing me down I'm all alone in this war zone My brain's under stress Thinking I'm blessed if I can make it home Scared to death kid Catch my breath I bear left Hit the weeds and then rest to calm my chest But an undercover had discovered my plot and plan I shot the man so I dropped my glock and ran Get the fuck out the way, move, move Get the fuck out the way, oh shit Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred and his bitch named Sally She had a down low lab for me to go to Where I could relax and count stacks like I'm supposed to Keep my whereabouts on the hush hush I had to provide some heroin high, sick grooves, and five bags of dust I didn't wet up or let it slide because I was petrified If homicide got me they gonna watch me die Fuck that, I'm going all out No half stepping My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jetting I lay low for like five days or so Put some troopers on the block round the clock to make me dough Yo out of sight and out of mind be my motto I promise myself I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow Word up, Killarm '96 Killa Sin, word up 9th Prince The saga continues For real though gotta let these niggas know To the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up |
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chorus: Blood for Blood without rewards
a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for blood Blood for Blood without rewards (Dom PaChino) Deep in the hot sands of Savannah, stands a rhymin' highlander, Mental expander with all the propaganda You in a contest, on his conquest lies a rap voyager, articla lyricist Lyrics are Delhi like asbestis You get cardiac arrested by the specialist Commando with no encore, sore like a bald eagle to this world full of evil a shields of forcefield, transparent like Dear Parks spring water tracks are trench slaughter like a chainsaw massacre an ancient warrior trapped in Castlevania One more way to explain is anger (Shogun Assason) To all my universal soldiers stay at attention while I strategize an invasion, the mission be assasination snipers hittin' car casins with semi-automatic shots heard around the world My part is to control the globe and hold the world hostage and my fingertips with tight grips like Atlas See I got a warplan more deadlier than Hitler It was all written down in ancient scriptures Chorus: a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for Blood Blood for Blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for blood (9th Prince) Yo, a re-genesis, a speak lyricist, X-ray visionist lyrical specialist under world terrorist my razorblade custom sharpness sharpin' the sword 'n' re-killed by the lord the last platoon set up a camp fire on the moon Be built of a will, illuminate soon all my soldiers train with eagle claws first to three of military laws we create a massacre like Texas chainsaw blood for blood keep the unity thick like mud Killarmy attack 'n' pell of fighters Deadly control of Lone Rangers, soap a sky blackness Squadron ally bombers like Hitler and the battle of Britain analyse my vision then join my collision which is a war conviction, militant chamber that's headin' Chorus: my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood (Beretta 9) Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it's sexist surrender yo' shows 'n' yo' weapons force the section pass the ammonition shit is deep as I walk into danger blowin' up spots with bad times 'n' anger outlaws dipped to black for T-cap with more force to loot I bomb beyond the strike back the Army, seven man deep, back to back I pullin' out gats, lounchin' deadly attacks I be goin' to war, unheard 'n' unseen awakin' from yo' dreams, puck gunshots 'n' screams don't got time for the snitchers, leave 'em count their stitches make 'em take a fall in the bloody ditches Beretta 9 givin' it raw, blood for blood now we've gathered all at war Chorus: why, blood for blood blood for blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood without rewards |
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(Chorus)
It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die (Islord) blood seaks out ya right eye the war against the brain the mad pain will be felt watch da sun the rain expert through his own work Islord choppin' his way up to Billboard the top notch I got mc's gatherin' sold their life similiar to Fort Knox Lyrical shots and shot rap and fire style Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin' at the click put it to ten max to the up most niggaz is ghost's on the first lyrical dose that'll wreck ya brain like uncooked cocaine str-8 from the crates of the cocoa click niggaz chant Killarmy from Bronx Don Juan (Chorus) It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die (9th Prince) Let me survive after the fully moon facin' changed said lettin' oracles of oracle man solid liquid and gas I became an Ill fad and cryin' of shame and heal the pain of less of my name and taggin' on the wall bited and blood stains 'til the whole world can see the reality of a madess conspiracy dark heavens slangin' in chemical smoke and hold ya breath or death if not ya choke and speak that what preachers will say I gash him to pieces when he comes my way blood is worser to the storm and the singers I jacked who are going to die perhaps I sang watchin' men through the valleys again then I spin into a circle of wind which is a tornado or I'm dangerous like David Caress of Waco to wake up the ammo Killarmy dipped in green like deniro (Chorus) It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die |
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"What is your style and what is your Clan?"
"The soldier, and uses military style." "Oh? So there may be a war." (Killa Sin) Universal soldiers Yo, yo Automatically I reign supreme, laser beam tracks and graze your brain Hit your spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean Find a lies, cries, complies Close your eyes soldier's lies Look beyond the skies though the soul roll with pride A few brave unmilitant names who misbehave Killarmy style rushin the stage in jiggy waves The Killa Bee ministry forms another industry Physically recoffin and killin any savage mentally Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the masses Prolly find them bastards in gaseous regiment For stampedin in all illified elements Universal soldiers, combine the sacred seven men (Dom PaChino) In the industries enemies tryin to diminish me Finish me, mercenaries go on a killin spree The art of war, plannin a siege is risky Like an armed struggle, shots flingin doubles and they missed me Cause I'm immune to tight situations Manuverin is my formation to different locations If I get caught then I been gotten That means the plan I was plottin wasn't stable I gotta go back to the drawing table And start from scratch rearranging the whole map Changin the blueprints, make sure no one's been tapped In fact son, that must've been the problem Take the horns off the hook, we gonna do this deal solemn In us we trust and when the narcs came and rushed Ain't no time to discuss, grab our God jewels and bust Cause I roll with the unit, 360 degrees Tight like an ovary, ain't no more casualties Bein reputed, we sever reign undisputed (Shogun Assasson) Yo kill to protect and arm myself with intellect Life is on edge cause I serve at the dude in the army I come with the New Wu Order and documented notes The battlesite, planet Earth, stabbin niggas quotes Attack the wilderness like a virus Planted with no anidotes There is no immunity Wagin war on the devil's community Zero in and I catch a vision I see a valley of men castin weight on those who did sins 19 million strong, appear in your atmosphere in military gear Camouflaged commandos, outlaws, desperados take the world by storm Operation come and attack Devil City Seek and destroy illumination The worship of light, skull and bones was the devil's hope Twelve whipped cardinals and one pope (9th Prince) Yo Arabian knights Killarmy left on the battlefield Warfare's revealed Soldiers sport navy seals for pella fighter in armored jet planes I burn hotter than propane Army suit is stained with bloodstains from soldier's remains The Red Army, movin across the desert on camels and black horses Camouflaged fortress, four horsemen blowin shit out of proportion I'm trapped in a line of fire, all our desires be inside the empire Rhymes are sharp like barbed wires Vocal shit the air like skydivers On gunpowder rains like April showers Camouflaged pillow with skies in Range Rovers Soulful soldier soul controller I kill Jehovah left the sash as closure Casualties of wars Battlegrounds ruled by lords armed with swords I meditate seven miles away from Kuwait Where water runs dry through rivers and fountains On weekends catch me collectin heads at the Caucus Mountains |
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Word (Yo three joints youknowI'msayin?)
The God existed way before that (Word) Not tonight man Number one niggas put a lot of energy into this shit man (Yup) Niggas put a lot of time into this shit man (Yeah) And it's like, it's like when you put, when you invest time into somethin God Then it pays off man, bottom line (It's like you get, you get out of it what you put into it) What you put into it youknowI'msayin So you give a hundred and ten you gonna get a hundred and twenty back RZA's only right It's like we had to go though hell to come out right That cipher, they got to make their own choice We can't make they choice for em they made their own choice It was up to us they probably would've been with us, knowI'msayin But they made their own choice and they went their own way And they fell off That's why I'm glad it's like yo I glad of this shit, because niggas gotta come up now But see everything happen for a reason son, knahmean And that's why them niggas got cut The way they got cut when they got cut off, youknowI'mmean It's like it happened for a reason God It was meant to be, y'all can't see it no other way (Niggas had to go) You know? You can't see it no other way son It's like we either gonna do with or without God It seems like when niggas got cut our shit came stronger together It's for the better... |
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Wake the fuck up (12X)
Chorus: Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up The wisdom we apply, son, soak this shit up If it was cess, son, niggaz would smoke this shit up So wake the fuck up, or get broke the fuck up Verse One: Madman Yo, yo, yo, we are street soldiers of the dark side of the planet I kill killing orders like a lieutenant Hit the planet Earth, then explode like a human cannon The universal author, born-to-kill saga Givin’ niggaz head trauma Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor Brain surgeon is aversions, my purgin’ mind urban Scientists found killed and wrapped up in curtains Casualties, flashbacks, now simply that I attack like a rat, serious as a heart attack Professional assassinator professor Assassinate your mind state and broke the metal plate Lyrical Nostradamus, psychotic mind of Sadaam Ex-con, attack the Pentagon with unorthodox firearm from Vietnam I crucify em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this When I die, my name'll be worshipped like Jesus War visual individual, incriminate the criminal My culture nickel put holes in your face like dimples Chorus Verse Two: Hell Razah Brains get unfrozen when they oppose, as we unfold Futuristic scrolls that was prophesied scriptures Hitting an untold, I roll with my skull and bones made of solid gold, skin is closing up Approach your home, with a war, Armaggedeon in my home Wisdom mind ruler mental intruder From the tribe of Judah Devils disappear like they went through the Bermuda, triangle, erupting on RZArectah tracks like volcanoes, so God swear to me I appear two years, sample revolution in the burning cup Constitution, learned too much, came off must return Observe the facts, delivered by Blacks Soon as we unite, the sky cracked A group of UFOs formed a seven in the heavens Gods celebrate devils death day signal Jail let loose the criminals, bystanders died Waiting for miracles we giving you Chorus: 1/4 Verse Three: Killa Sin Yo, I make your heart thump like tree stumps be crackin’ concrete chumps released once the Earth shifts, vocal points clips he wrote and missed Killer vocalist, load his fist blessed with loaded gifts Golden clips, shotty slipped like psychotic hits in soldier flicks, who wrote the shit superior Mines combine the modus clique Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on Soviets Stay rushin’ my direction; I'm wettin like a leaf bone Freak poems, seek thrones to call home where freaks bone To each his own, chrome zones, be cloned like chromosomes So the chrome, the golden-toned champ whip rollin’ bones Fire's on, blazin hot trails at night, barren ville Shotty still collaboratin’ on tracks with Bobby Steels Generate a mil, Killa Bee law, kill or be killed Know the ledge, finally, our justice has revealed Chorus Verse Four: Prodigal Sun The 43rd conviction, incarcerated in hell for eternity But my mentality and chemistry made me celestial through the galaxy Sparks friction, generating through evaporation Slay through meditation, your body is now liquidation Even your hemoglobin is swollen with corrosion Amputated and rated physical zone disintegrated That's what niggaz face when fuckin’ with the Sunz of Man Go to the dungeon; I could lead a hundred men with a golden pen Forced to intercept with the clique from Shaolin Killin’ devils, scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean That's my trademark, PS burned in my victims’ heart I be the star from afar illuminating through the dark Another burning face of death The initiation of the Mason, 186 my name's left in the Book of Revelation Reminiscing about the days, raising hell Representative of a mind, able to lead a city, what technicality of mankind Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors of reality All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion Trials and tribulations of the Original Nation Leaves a headache, the only chance of elevation Unite with the black coalition Sunz of Man, population clique, Wu-Tang Clan First the Killarmy, eat your skeletons, buried in the Promised Land You better wake the fuck up! That's word life! Don't sleep! We don't be having that shit no more! Word is bond, this is as real as it's going to get Wake the fuck up (4X) Killarmy, Wu-Tang Clan Word word, Shaolin Wake the fuck up Get the actual facts Better fuckin’ resurrect Chorus |
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"For security reasons I am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed
location; because the subject of tonight's American expose is terrorism." (Killarmy in this motherfucker) Intro/Chorus: Yo, Killarmy, we the last armaggedeon Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin In the streets, or in the sand war is on Now aside nigga here comes the pride Verse One: You can't persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade Drill more heat than Black Suede, I'm the sun beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found All you hear is the unreknowned sound that makes your eardrum pound, you can't avoid it It been exploited in your district The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics They criticize while I revise my enterprise Do the knowledge and you'll be surprised ?Generalize and currency alive? while strong soldiers build with boulders Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate Then motivate, now I'm out of state, usin my Papermate to penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to The Crimson Tide that I provide, I dedicate my life to my poetry, if it's meant to be then let it be It's only right I'm out for the night, my life's a legacy Verse Two: Yo, it's like I remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props From knockin rocks on the block ?to chop the fat priced and jock? I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight We march across the Golden Gate Bridge My mind is in the solider state Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Beretta's peel leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan Lands Now my Clan's doin tours in Japan and San Fran-cisco liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols and keep my block hot like burnin Crisco Wu-Renegades, deadly switchblades Chorus 2X Verse Three: Check it out, yo, yo Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades at United Snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy Build controversy, then perform surgery Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist for today's Genesis, surrender Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas Supreme marine I move in submarines Anti-murderer, stage burgaler Rugged rhyme ?asserter-er, with the righteous crutches? Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, Destructicons Best to kill or camouflage, Desert Storm On the battle before I lost a arm Held on to my sword took both hands like Voltron Like the master who's imperial, king of the scenario To all my universal soldiers, salute the general Verse Four: I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible My name is Born God Allah, King of North America On a ship I was stripped of my knowledge and wits Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon full of soldiers with dust bones Ain't nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit Tie you up with your barracks With heat-seeking lyrics and my ?royal friends from the tribe of Indians? I break down your physical change it to a chemical you cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original Chorus 2X Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
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<Chorus>
When I came to you there on that cold telephone pole horror of the night and you came out to meet me and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings <9th Prince> Congratulations you coming home next month Humble as a monk We celebrate with Crystal and skunk The family's large It's hard being God Still take charge come home to a massage A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage And trying to make up for the times when you was gone Being locked up while my heart was torn You wrote me letters Telling me when you come home things will be much better I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather In difficult times it's hard to maintain I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain And that rain is pain For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane Forced to stay awake Late nights it's hard to sleep When I peek Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake Thoughts remain calm like the ocean Puff a little war potion Everything relates to emotion When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf Blown away by wind realities Strong breeze, but you're free I took the block off the horn So let knowledge be born Blood brothers forever Killa B's on the swarm <Chorus> <Killa Sin> Dom P's (?) past, guns blast I recollect on the past On how we ran wild together Chasing cash and ass Small time thing Managing stings for nugget rings Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side Homicide never I visualize better You live forever in my heart son Mentally dunn we roll together No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash On the concrete my leg felt weak I couldn't eat let alone sleep This shit is way beyond bone deep Now I sip beers Shed a few tears with our peers Play the rears Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares Yo it's hard kid I swear to my unborn this war's going on Veterans taking falls to young pawns But I stay strong and try to move on And live life to the fullest Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet <Chorus> |
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Tonight you pukes will sleep with your rifles.
You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful! This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle is my best friend It is my life I must master it as I must master my life Without me my rifle is useless Without my rifle I am useless (Shogun Assasson) Listen to this black visionary, bringin war like a revolutionary Cause drunk and deadly poetry over murderous melodies So prepare for death be your penalty Now you're a mere memory of bloody victory Soldiers drivin mad by centuries of lies and trickery Then go on a killin spree puttin devils out their misery Hearin screams sounds of agony Hostility takes over me Mind adventurin through the cracks of insanity Down the hallowed halls of hell Walkin the dreaded years with no fears Givin persons cold stares Cause I know they fakes as snakes is stabbed in the back With poisonous attacks whose wicked ass gets subtracted My rifle and myself are defenders of my country Me and my rifle are the defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within (Dom PaChino) I wield the silent weapon for this quiet war that's instore My physical's on a world tour, my brain is wagin war in the urban Send the blocks stacked like castles They call them project housin, arousin anger Define who's being distributed, new faces prohibited In this wild life I'm livin in is a new millenium Got my adrenaline purrin like an engine Camouflage ninjas avengin My rifle and myself are defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within (Beretta 9) My thoughts travel far beyond the galaxies Praise hard to shootin stars Deadly bombin for the cause wildcat Razor close likes it in the innocent, the five percent Attribute, roll God Allah, fuck the government I design military warheads with infrared Gotta be sled - oh shit here come the feds Don't move or you're dead, niggas fled like fugitives Considered non-dangerous the way niggas don't pertain to this Killarmy breath of this bullshit ignorance As I overtake the sun, multiply deaf and dumb Victims of illusions, don't understand confusion I let my thoughts be born of poetry show and proven Do we be the chosen on the uprise, eighty fives Don't realize to check for these bad guys with the snake eyes The poisonous venom's cold wettin lives Killarmy on the return like the Jedi This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle and myself are defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle is my best friend It is my life I must master it as I must master my life Without me my rifle is useless Without my rifle I am useless I must fire my rifle true I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me I must shoot him before he shoots me I will |
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We gon do it like this, do it like this, word
Check it out yo, yo, yo Chorus: (2x) Through difficult times it's hard to maintain Lookin for the shelter that blocks out the rain Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain But one thing's for sure black God remains (Beretta 9) Through difficult times lots of unexpected My pops disapproves cause I wanna make records But check it, my home life for second, I feel neglected I bounce the first chance I get, I stop to think a second I wreck it, damn I'm gonna need a place to sleep No major CREAM I call up the God Supreme I analyse, I'm plannin up a strategy Fuck a fantasy I'm dealin with reality Mentality that's wilder than the average cat I snatch a CREAM and sell a nigga's candlewax I hit the tracks, I hold cycle with my brothers All is understood, peace lies amongst each other But meanwhile, I maintain to keep the same I smoke a bone every now and then to ease the pain But through the struggle I know that only God remains Chorus (2x) (Shogun Assasson) The streets is bugged Seein young soldiers pedal drugs by the pound The scheme is to catch CREAM at a fast rate Start movin the product from state to state Lay up and watch the profits inflate Now you're a big time hustler, full time heavyweight contender But you must remember That your thoughts must be cold just like December Stay low key so you won't catch a case Throws comin in from the fiends who smoke base Madman clientele, see your apartment start to swell The last thing on your mind is a jail cell You're blind, all you see is money Lost in the illusion of luxury It's a shame, you're in the game for the fame and the name So spin the wheel of misfortune I heard with the sling that escorts ya Now your life is in jeopardy Because you the brothers that's livin in the army Chorus (2x) Keep calm and don't expose and weak points We'll all line up and fight together I say, we must all stay together as a single unit *continues on beginning of next track* |
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Masked avengers, check it, yo Masked avengers Camouflage ninjas Masked avengers (Yes, masked avengers...) The indians near, there's no time for fear MC's better beware, of their worst nightmare Soldiers of the Wu infantry out and locked on your vacinity Killarmy take on those who walk on the street to the danger zone When you grab the microphone, this is my rap empire The so called game who get fired, overthrown, stone the devil Stampede, doing religous rituals, blind individuals Brothers get lost like laundry, Jews on a pilgrimage My team pack beams on the line of scrimage The first one that strikes get the advantage Lyrical destroyers, five in the midst causing damage Shotguns --? Shotguns --? Shotguns --? As I stab the darkness, faces of death is all thats left Intensity, filled with suspense, my minds condensed Subjected to projects not one aspect of jiggy Dark and senile from the dark ages are dark like the the crule sea Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans Mobilizing sinister plans Fertilizing cocaine plants on forty square acres of land Extortion, importing, escort services Niggas too nervous to even purchase on this drug surface To be committed by the CIA Criminals in the army engage in war games 'Cuz we're living in the last days Most killers make you hate, The world is too late, Ohhhh, and it rained. Yo, yo, yo Picture this, rap specialist, you know were killing shit Come equipped or else fall victim to endangerment I'm certified, high specialized within homicide To those who die, there by choice, fool its do or die The wilderness is the battle field by will I shoot to kill, aiming guns at niggas who squeal At ease I'm putting sess to my nose, it's urban warfare Time be here, another one go unprepared, like Goldilox Representing what I'm about, no impersonator Those with fake moves can get the casket later Commentater verbal chrome beat that make the lecture later Fugitive, running from jakes, avoiding major danger Jail time, ain't trying to get locked up Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on point Situations be coming, waking up that ass with a twenty-two Yo, yo, yo, yo My brain hold ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier I'm sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound barrier I exercise my brain with thoughts thats military trained Lyrical uncontrolled substance damage the main part of the brain like cocaine My heart push blood that keeps them brave While others is trapped inside barricades The new industry order MC's become slaves They'll all go against the order dig the illa veins I rush spots, crush plots, then hide out in the Marriot Cops get shot for trying to break up minor scuffles in parking lots A vision of in the war prison Held up convicts with ice picks The lights go out, G's was stabbing his shit I chopped a rapper from excellence to his back hatch Windpipes get cracked Flashbacks attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats Daily evidence I erase, can't be traced by jakes Nucleic niggas from the mind penetrate the star gate MC's found chopped up and thrown in lakes In all fifty-two states, I did it with the help of escape inmates Most killers make you hate, The world is too late, Ohhhh, and it rained. Who will be free now Who will be pinned down Who will be free now |
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These rhythms can't deface me Hot rhythms stimulate me Can't help but swing it boy Swing it brother swing Don't stop the beat that's slapped this foolish brat Come on swing me boys Swing it brother swing <9th Prince-Over Chorus> Word up, let's take 'em to war, son Show 'em how it should be done It's real God Yeah, Yeah Stimulate the brain cells Check it, Check it <9th Prince> Yo Killarmy bounty killers Industry kid shivers Shells up through your liver Dead corp float the rivers Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria Stalking through the monitor With the wisdom for dynamical fessor (?) Lyrical kid in processor Nat Turner was my militant ancestor I capture your mind put in isolation Control the soul automation Victims became mechanical slaves again Read the East Coast historian As you oppose this Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this I be splitting shit like Moses Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses I turn soundtracks into startracks My tongue is symbolic to an axe I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince I sit upon my throne and chop off domes Then send them home to your peoples So they can sew 'em <Chorus-First Half> <Dom Pachino> Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy My brain's energetic Ultramagnetic synthetic Burn like oil High octane let it drain upon the Shaolin soil You get trapped inside my rap coils Like my phalanges rip the microphone When I recite a war poem It's writen in my soldier's log It's a Killarmy espionage Puerto Rican mobster in camouflage Perform at the Mirage my entourage Get the ticket through Telecharge as I massage lyrics get enlarged Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles You flee for shelter My tre pound rounds'll melt you Like camouflage vinyl in the force of Delta <Chorus-Whole> <Killa Sin-Over Chorus> What, what, one time Come on, swing it Bring it, what Killarm, yeah, swing it The Gods gonna bring it Real, what <Killa Sin> Yo, yo You either get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut Rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up Knuckle what? Bacardi hit me harder than you You crash dummies show respect when the Gods is coming through Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts Your body folding up Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up Sit back hang from your hip like loose Kani's Try to flip it on the strength of your wis' and let you slide Savage eighty five trying to test sides True we're living thirty two shots We're sending a rocket to your prison Caught you bubbling Like a cold sore the money coming in Juggling the church and street life you got me wonderng and catch 'em I let Allah bless 'em That's the question You dealing with a madman's profession So choose your weapon <?-Chorus Heard in Background> Word up, Killarmy Taking y'all to another war ground Hold down the battlefield, word up Shout outs to all my Universal Soldiers Killarmy, word up Deep Space 9, the Clan, word up Sunz of Man My nigga High Style, word up To all the soldiers in all the fifty two planets New York, Ohio Philadelphia, word up My Anna locked down Atlanta, for real Little Rock, Miami Pittsburgh, word up Washington D.C., upstate for real To all my juvenile niggas that's locked up in Tober Center Word up, Ryker's Island Peace to Big Queen (?) and Supreme Word up the God and General Wise General Wah Word up to the last soldiers My nigga Islord still locked down in the jungle, son Word up keep your sword up son, Killarmy gonna represent this shit, son Word up, peace Get out of here Peace |
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"Why did you join my beloved core?"
"Sir, to kill sir!" "So you're a killer?" "Sir yes sir!" "Let me see your war face." "Sir?" "You got a war face? Aaaahhh! That's war face now let me see your war face." "Aaaaahhhh!!" "Bullshit, you didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face." "AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!" "You don't scare me, work on it!" Yeah Where the fuck is your war face son? (Burning season niggas) Killarmy (It's not safe no more nigga) Chorus: (2x) Yo I wanna see your war face Soldier where's your war face? Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates (9th Prince) Yo, yo yo yo Check the Killarmy We go to war like tomahawks and Indians From the wilderness of our villages Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress To build up my heritage Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in Manhatten cabs Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves That damage the earways for centuries and decades I be a renegade through rainy days I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart A rhymin alcoholic, I'm bad for your liver Unidentified corpse's thrown in the Ohio River I'm psychotic in the tropic Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics Killarmy be runnin train on Bobby Steels' tracks Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax Chorus (Shogun Assasson) Here's the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones The black Hitler, killer riddler breakin bones Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays My forte is of a higher rank like sensei Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement Searchin crevaces for a wise man's testament Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin Against I but stimulate ya of life and matter Cloak and dagger, first I gag ya then stab ya The apprehender, plus I move like a ninja No retreat and no surrender My war agenda (Cloud 9) Live via satellite, soldiers with mics Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords Killarmy militant warlords Military war slang who's to blame Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan For the blacks and the tans Decrease the population of the rhythm nation By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source To the force I bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights Like boo took all the shells from automatics Strategic tactics Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines (Beretta 9) I strike on universal fish, I'm out the clear mist Relentless, beat a nigga senseless Niggas best to witness At how I gets to business, soldier from the trenches My offense be my defense with military sequence Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember Camouflage avenger, Killarmy nigga Surrender your garments and your legal tender Fatigued ninja with silent triggers Chorus (2x) (Killa Sin) Yo, I crack chest cavities Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed Gat'll squeeze, it's a merciless form of my formalities I locked down south with hip hop doses of death Within my breath that I drop to make your heart stop You can't cope with this vocal dope that'll corrode your throat Yet alone make a local choke I strip niggas of they manhood because I'm no damn good And roll with a Killa Wu Clan in the hoods Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th Disciple Stifle enemies, come test Twenty one in your chest Killa blessed em with a bloody vest Chorus (2x) |
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<9th Prince>
Yeah, yeah Master of all self-hate Shaolin cipher heat, niggas For my militant soldiers Yeah, check it out Yo, yo As night falls the commando's teams seize the palace Fiercely assault commands the volts Explode in the air like lightning bolts We rippin' out your spleen At battlegrounds like the dense jungles of Phillipines Drunk monk sip O.E. out the canteen Men at war with guillotines So far we all (?) Japanese Troops not waiting All you hear is bullets penetrating Deep like the assassination that almost killed Reagan War troops in army suits with spiked boots Lyric proof brutes Camouflage the haunted igloo Eskimo commando Dressed to kill in camo Black Rambo I civilize for ammo Bulletproof parachutes We motorate helicopters with green bags of loot Bloodthirst heroes After Vietnam he made the wheelchair No fear Warfare at its highest (?-mixed with Beretta 9's first line) Yo, yo I snatch up defeated troops in desert Tim boots Camouflage like the sands I locate in Iran For war be the issue Elite crews and God jewels Snipers on the rooftop watch out for the Pitbulls Waited 'til sunsets and moving like ninjas Camouflage masked avengers Y'all niggas best surrender We servicing your weapons we be the Armageddon Killarmy bring on board this military acquisition Your crew will take position on the seven seas mission Beretta 9 be wild like (?-mixed with 9th Prince's first line) <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> Yo, 5 Star General giving killing orders Militant assassins surround the headquarters <Shogun Assassin> Let's go to war with break beats My battleground is in the streets Shogun Samurai assassin the professional spectacle Mental terrorist Plant a time bomb in your ear And hold your brain for hostage Killarmy equipped with detonating swords Captivate the crowd leave 'em praising the Lord In the Asiatic War we chop heads off Like General Monk and his swordsmen The reason is burning season My brothers is guilty of high treason So I decapitate them As they lay motionless bleeding on the canvas I put away my weapon which is stainless <9th Prince> Yo, it's the 5 Star General <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> 5 Star Generals, word up <Dom Pachino> Here's the non-carnivorous Lyricist rhyming protagonist absorbing thoughts through my elements Rip out your pancreas Try to exit and get caught like a venereal disease Niggas freeze before I sueeze It's impossible to run when I'm done Dom Pachino the son saving my universe now Awaiting trial Unidentified profile Got you sewn like a textile Lyrical navigator exploring different worlds Mixelplick (?) style Equipped with a vest Killarmy vigilantes got MC's marked for death Evil targets Taking their lives like Grand Auto Theft Then motivate like Dr. David Banner Moving in bulletproof air crews with CB scanners I channel My life can never be a manual Unpredicatable historical like a Greek oracle Words pronunciated plural And shot through my (?-over Masta Killa's first line) <Masta Killa> Scinece is the study of all things Knowledge their sword swing Guns go off in the east wing It's a blessing to deliver this lesson Who's resting You've been summons to awaken A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil civilization Migration expands my plan to the maximum capacity Nothing can hold me from launching out over the Earth then disperse Ritual darkness niggas return Unscathed and at ease and as you were But the thought of not being able to breathe and leave these worldly possessions Have MC's fret to step in my direction <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> Word up, militant assassins |
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