Killarmy

Killa Arm 9-8
this L.P.'s a banga
yeah

(Chorus)
Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy
in ya continent
in ya state
in ya city
take'em to war throw ya grenade
this shit is gritty
rollin' tanks, carry shanks
while ya'll niggaz shoot blanks
livin' gun powder roll black down
dealin' wit ranks
Yo, Killarmy in ya Galaxy
in ya continent
in ya state
in ya city
take'em to war throw ya grenade
this shit is gritty

(Verse 1)
Yo, What's the sign's on ya crab ass
niggaz out here in this rap shit
turning this shit into some fuckin' after shit
step into my chamber I hang ya
like a stranger out tah dry with the mic cord
rapped around your neck like 2 times
design to leave you breathless
to the pointt where you past out
flat lined simple mined ass cats
get ya fingers snap back outta place (what)
and dislocated reaching for that mic device kid I'm Nice

(Verse 2)
Yo, We never timid break the street limit
state laws and glass jars and fake malls,
burst pause we take jobs wiseguys who want a prize guy
we snatch mics bitch right turn out the light
mathamatics strikes a site make me pull my fist tight
we wild every night bump shoulders clubs over
night crips start to fight wnet to Santalaw
pulled out the dialog bashed his dome with the smearin' off
now he scramin' off razor sharp face off
killarmy cut, pushin' through like what
always housted up double edge leave you with a buck
fifty three nigga

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Terrorist arch nemesis this is my testament
eternal life is through the mind
the 1st element
the 1st to settle it
the 1st to pull the medal
the 1st to defeat the devil
the 1st to take it to that level
feel the valume ajust the levels
enjoy the treble, the 1st and last rebel
crush a stone into a pebble
they be trackin' holy water baptise
my rhyme is sort of ice mentora
mental explorer my guardly aura
star bright light up your life like night light
heard you wanna fight return ya ass
twice mental and physycal

(Verse 4)
Yo, the last star fighter Princelton soldier
northern exposer built with Noah
easy adtic aposer mic feel the black thrower
to retrieve renagade anroid seek and destroy
any man ??? paranoid ??? time zone at 1751
we bury a 100 course of rome prince of dogs
is cloned lyrical arthritus contain this to the bone
my rhyme battle star galactica terrorist star detector
scarfaces are mass discourage weak lyricist are perish
I ??? courage physical fight ??? package
razor blazes so sharp to slice ya eyelashes
rap is gossip while I speak gospel like teachers crisis
with the apstols the mind and matter
people to the science smother Mc with a pillow
livin' dying science

(Chorus 1.5X)

<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>

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

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*

Yeah
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

<Chorus>

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

"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)

<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

Chorus:

Allah sees everything, everything
Allah sees everything, everything
...

(P.R. Terrorist)
Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms
Swing ya magic wand
Disarm ya firearm
Hear the sirens flee the scene calm
Through the eyes of God
I reside in modern day Vietnam
Filled with yound minds designed and curious
Soldier where's ya warpaint
Situations's getting serious, new cops,
New blocks, government issue new positions
To take the Gods off the earth
Is what the devil's wishing
You won't last with religion
It deals with division Allah's all
United we stand son, divided we fall
Throw a mic through a stage floor
And hear the crowd roar
Pandemonium, Killarm selling out in stores
Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores
Screaming hip-hop, is what we're living for

(Chorus)

(Islord)
Eiyo, eiyo, what's today's mathematics, son you can't quote
You get ya throat chopped by the sword I possess
In my palms, that's coming down like napalm bombs
That cause explosions now you frozen
Thirty-two below the equator, cause you savor
The flavor that the God branded on ya dome
With the microphone
That's multiple like a lifesaver
Coming from all angles that hit ya pressure points
And ya joints like a chiropractor
That leave ya paralyzed
>From ya neck on down to asscrack
So where we at? We in da middle of a warzone black
Politically word life you better open
Yo eyes and realize the gameplan
That the caucasian man got mastered
And ya only plan with one man left on the battlefield
So grab ya stell and ya shield and stand firm
With your God-U now, your God-U's right now
Cock back with off safety with one in da head
Enough said

(Chorus)

(9th Prince)
Yo, yo Poetic extremely urgent material
Hit the streets that's made of criminals imperial
My eagle claw snatch out your testicle
Imma kill her without the serial
Spitting poisonous darts seize the charts
Attack the heart, undersiege like sharks in the dark
Visionous lyricist with a pen that's poisonous
Deadly venoms that'll drill em, stick em, pill em
Reveal em and kill em like the Pilgrims
Challenging executioner, you must be stupid
I'm in Jupiter, I turn ya ass into stone like Medusa
Nighttime addition when I vision, MC's are prisoners
And stage is the prison, 9th Prince the warden
Mind is made of platinum, I feel a million civilians
I flow like water skiing through the region
Lyrical avenger with a two-shot Dillinger
Prime Minister of ninja
Plot assassination with a Desert Eagle silencer

(Chorus)

Intro: killa sin, p.r. terrrorist

Yeah, yeah, one, two, check it out, yo
5 stages of consciousness right here
You got your conscious, yeah know i'mean, word up
You got your sub-conscious
You got your super-conscious
You got your magnetic-conscious

*various talk by both*

(killa sin)
Yo, I forever stay ready dunn,
Money run gun under the pelly, kind of heavy
Pretty pearl, tickle my belly, but steady by the waist-line
Thirsty to dump but thought twice before I took time to waist
None un-mine in his swine, I let him live now hop he relizes what he did
Perhaps you've got a child on the line and I got time for no pen
See battle up to warn the squad, already bars on my crib
With their guns drawn, seekin killa sin who done slid
Many moons ago, across town whereabouts
Unknown heights blaring loud out, you, me like who gives a f**k
I puff a bone, a usual suspect, I'll never be
Allah sees everything, bad boy silence is the key to longevity
So, take this advice, while I reiterate the thought to take your life
And I will

(p.r. terrrorist)
Magazines recovered at homocide scenes, living of rhyming schemes
Always had dreams to be discovered and meanwhile had to blow trial
Not put in foul like the rest of them, seventeen with blade infected guns
Had to watch my back when I shit and piss, niggaz busting nuts at ceo's
Leaving maternals frisked, faces derenched, buck 50 smile
Your face get lifted and then you shift into another facility
Same shit, back in the world, I stand strong and watch the weak curl
>from the pressure of everyday life, career endeavor
The knowledge, sylabbles and my name is straight terror
Killarmy running through your whole f**king era
With five stages of consciousness, we swiftly change like the weather
And control forecast, rough traffic, off the pad, alive in the act
Your stuck to subjects just like math, ram you off in the first half
This quarter wont last, your leaning on the trigger, guns blast
Blaow, super-conscious leaves this track smashed

(beretta 9)
Harpoons for hard times, kid, going through this difficult stage
You gotta maintain, cope with the stress and pain
Still in seek of the shelter that blocks out the rain
A thirty down in the flesh, my mental pretains
Took to much time to explain
The duty of a wise man, to the minds, some will blame
With this physical, mental, will and emotion
The aquizations to control my infinite devotions
Which is to seek the onslaught, cause we express thoughts
To the seeds the wrong foods, that made them with their knots
My dude is to civilize and penalize
Throats were cutting them, they must of got stregthalized


I take it upon myself to reveal the disguise
You f**king snake, I tie you to the graphite, tight
If now to live, you would begin to strike
I waste no time now searching for a mystery
With every twenty five thousand, we renew our history
We be the gods, the asiatic black men, and not reacting
We actually run this shit and defend

*martial art sample*

(islord)
Aiyyo, three years trapped in the belly of the beast
Got me on some, f**k the large, f**k the fed coats
F**k the judges, cause they don't give two shits about us
Black man, woman and child, how were living over here
Trapped in the worst part, when things like this happen on the regular
Innocent bystanders get trapped off on the streets of my stomping grounds
With constant war pops off, wine bottles on the regular
Like clock work to be specific

(9th prince)
The general wise out in fatigues, mentally for life I bleed
And promised to feed the deceased, was the supreme general in the army
Little intelligent little bug, roll with thugs that sold drugs to survive
Civilized the eighty-five and saved many lives
But these water head niggaz dealt with the four devils
Ceased the rebel and broke the God down physically down to another level
Madman at his weight, the great general pass the weight
With a smile on his face, I swear if you was hear
These pussy niggaz get tourtured, while I stick hooks up their noses
And cut of their ears, even their family memeber swill have to pay
Brothers, mothers, sisters and fathers get manslaughtered the right way
We're not dealing with feelings, I spare the children
Weak niggaz get destroyed, four niggaz is building
Revenge the general, thats what I quote and tape up grenades to your head
And watch your brains explode

(shogun assasson)
Yo, yo, I sling horse slang like coccaine
Rebel dope that numbs your brain
Like a shot of novacainne
In your death you will feel no pain
I should teach you with my sword
And the clip was poisonous
Snakes speak lies and their words is venomous
Wu hits come continouscause I don't give a f**k about '97
Ain't feelin this
See what I'm revealin is the truth
In actual fact be the proof
The youth be the proof
And the elders be the roots
I stand solid, under firment
This black man be the garment intelligent
These be the word's for my testament
Writen documents of the thought
That makes me give props and sell tapes like catacrops
Mother f**kers

Intro: Shogun Assasson

Cause, we unite to fight
For one commom cause
Is you down for the cause?
Or you down just because?

Verse One: Shogun Assasson

By dawns or the light
We unite and fight
One common cause, to inforce Allah's laws
Bombs burst in the air, light up the night like stars
As a rocket flare, I prepare for warfare
Destroying all the devil's ideas, while cowards run in fear
Thre's no retreating, no surrender
No victory, no peace, till the enemy is deceased
And the beast, cease to exist, from being devilish
Running from amongst us, only in God do I trust
So I bust to leaving bodies lying in the dust
Soldiers dying in their own iniquity,
And hell is the penalty

Kung Fu sample:
"I wanna join you; I'll show youwhat I've learned
Please be frank and use your judgement"

(9th Prince)
Yeah, yo, yo yo
Revenge of the fallen patriot
enemies die, I civilized with hatred
The Undertaker, rugged like a Trailblazer
Lost crusader, a vador for a lifesaver
Niggas is computer mind truth
Trained to kill
Lyrical swords and battle for navy seals
Death team motions are calm like the ocean
9th Prince Golden Child Was Chosen
was the warrior slogan
Back to the future my father was killed by Lucifer
Now I'm here to avenge his death
Call me the Shaolin Executioner
I execute dig into the brain
and split the main vein
Mow ya bloodline is short circuit
What is teh verdict on those who got murdered
I researched it, now I'm allergic
He was killed by the lyrical surgic
Verbal villian, I heal myself with herbal healing
Then step out the blue mountain
on the mission of a killing

*more Kung Fu samples*

Chorus: Islord 2x

Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
Being pulled out at sold out concert
Niggaz and bitches going berserk

Everything is real like blue steel
Being pulled out at sold out concert
Niggaz and bitches going berserk
going berserk, going berserk...

(Beretta 9)
Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought
Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot
On some fifteen global thirteen magazine
Scope rifle with the infra-red beam, check out my leen
Mark the skyrise, who one a prize, between your eyes
Keep it camouflaged, always disguised
We invinsible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensible
Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall
On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled
Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed
Word up

(Dom Pachino)
Mental repititions, terrorist expeditions, conditions
Teach truth on this mission, break you down with competitions
Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your juristiction
Ain't no intermission, seen it all through preminition
Build with my earth, the knowledge mean god
In my solar position, sun of man, understand
Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician
Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence
Carry out the wu-tradition, sharpen my sword
Choppin off heads, so play your distance

Chorus: Islord 2x

Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
Being pulled out at sold out concert
Niggaz and bitches going berserk
going berserk...

(9th Prince)
Yo, I'm from the hot lavas of the planet earth
Thoughts of star, burst&nbsp;??? the universe
I slap the shit out the nurse
For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth
I'm the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, I spit verabl spears
Army of Black Knights, conquerers, killers, gorillas, warfare
My mind is in a straight-jacket, the tongue is a hatchet
Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition
Face track animations, Masta Killa, pass my the god jewels so I could murder
Satan
9th Prince is a silent analyzer
Hypnotize, genocide to set him on fire, then become a terrible tragic
Insane off rhyme cocaine, as fierce as drug addicts
My mind is clear like the state-of-the-art graphics
The laser war, infra-red lords
Prince Sadaam has cause to destroy like jaws
The high-intellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs
High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves

(Killa Sin)
To see the gods fall, never that
I hold the black metal for golden raps
Where the soldiers at, dealing with math
We still upon that, killer combat
Form the righteous uprising
Two flies within the eyes of uncivilized men
Got fake niggaz posing like they heismen
Push through like limemen
Attack your quarterback on consignment
The key to living life is refinement
It's knowledge of self, without allah you never gonna survive this
Merciless, onslaught this bra-fourth within you
Continue to turn concerts to a murder venue
It's all real, always blood spill in that direction
Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons
Small minds add to hard times of all times
It's a thin line between the scene of the crime
So, don't cross it

Chorus: Islord 2x

Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel
Being pulled out at sold out concert
Niggaz and bitches going berserk

Everything is real like blue steel
Being pulled out at sold out concert
Niggaz and bitches going berserk
going berserk, going berserk

"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&nbsp;?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&nbsp;?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&nbsp;?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

( P.R. Terrorist )
Skuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run
Dirty Weaponry fill my clip with rusty dum dums
It hardly worked right, When I bust it hardly jerked right
Smith and Wesson type, illuminate the block all night
Serial scraped, found it in the nearby lake
Dried it off, an hour later caught your man for his cake
Administrate an earthquake, the earth shake
Your body ache, your lifes at stake stake
Your lyrics aint holding no wieght
Parylize your enterprise cause they moving like snakes
Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas
Spark that ass with the friction that my music enhance
Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash
Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last
Knowledge and understanding one and the same
I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain
I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins
Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came

( 9th Prince )
Yo, yo Im the master of ceremony revolutionist
Lyrical demolitionist, trapped in the abyss
Pirates of dark waters meterologist
Slang thugs be sublime to to abdict lyrics is dangerous
I exiled myself from earth and built a home on Uranus
9th Prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic
The stage is gymnasium
I slay through the rythem, I tear notes like patriotism
The universal, find at rehearsal
Rappers is too commercial, I live til we murder you
We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition
With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils
Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses
Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface
Psychic predictions, its the imitation of the minds of egyptians
Political, poor then musician
Tools hit the moon make the earth cause collision
With seven planets, then I vanish
So call me the human Titanic
Seize the prisoner in captivity
Son of Solar broke the laws of gravity
Fellows incarcerated, assault and battery against the music academy
MCs is too gentle
Stab my pencil inside your temple
And revenge the general

( chorus: P.R. Terrorist )
Red dawn, war pawns, raps nasty like porn
Pass on, transform, arm leg leg arm
Supreme head, infra-red, we form like voltron
We form like voltron

( Beretta 9 )
We go to war like Arabians, Pakistinians, Richmond and Indians
Germans, Muslims, Vikings, Patriots
Trojans, Conquistodors, Romans
Projects, Aztecs, Confederates, Yankees, Nazis
Nomvets drown you in the ocean get your shit open
Shouldve had your sword but it was broken
Strike your whole facility with strength and agility
To the best of my ability with heavy artillerary
Extreme me a military Killarmy adversary
Shot your first platoon, drop a bomb on your secondary
Mindstate be war, for this newer revolutionary
Beretta aiming sights at your dome and at your coronary
Then I finish you off with a banner to the respiratory
Best prepare to die when you step into my territory

( chorus ) ( 2x )

Then drop a bomb
Word is bon

Artist: Killarmy f/ Holocaust
Album: Dirty Weaponry
Song: Bastard Swordsman
Typed by: Tha Masta

(Intro: Dom Pachino)
"I can't understand why you treat me this way"
I do, I know, I know what time it is
"I can't understand why you treat me this way"
Terrorist, The Bastard Swordsman
"I don't understand why you treat me this way"
Holocaust, yo, yo

(Dom Pachino)
Rap diligently, return of the 'arm'
The star trilogy, scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies
Attack you mentally, draw up and stand just like a centipede
Then strike fast, leave ya weak ass up in a sling
In the infirmary, telling war stories like you was king up
In my rainforest, yet the God reign the hardest
Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage
Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted
Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started
What you couldn't end, handled my friend since age ten
But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
When shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber

(Holocaust)
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo

(Chorus 2X: Dom Pachino, (Holocaust)
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
(I'm duckin all of em
Swingin back, double edged axe be cuttin all of em)

(Holocaust)
Inflicted with a rare disease, MCs flee
Fought wars for centuries, my wounds bled killer bees
Roam the battle sight, word shatter mics, I've had a tragic life
Blood splatter nice, cattle like, live on a satellite
Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
The child who floated in the airlock without oxygen
For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
Graduated from the Academy of Insanity
Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
I'm hideous, glance and gouge out your own eyes
West Coast vet, grotesque, keep flows wet
Bury you and some remote region with a broke neck
Wu-Tang, seven death blows, explore the globe
Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-sceptic
Anorexic, War Machine, depressed, drunken mess
Learn from the best, snatching your fossil from your flesh
Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranean
Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
Gyros hung, blood and oil flow as one
Mental powers override Iron Fist and blade tongue
The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong

(9th Prince)
Yo, Ally Commanders
Come Dress to Kill at the Armageddon Wedding
We're the old temple platoon ya die soon
Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon
Most of yall niggas is cloons
Gettin hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you used to read the Psalms
I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap
Snaps, windpipes crack,
Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera
Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber
The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of
Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
I drop antrax bombs on your plantation
Then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation

(Chorus 2X: Killa Sin, (ShoGun Assason)
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
(I'm duckin all of em
Comin back, double edged sword and cuttin all of em)

(ShoGun Assason)
My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full
My old dad, and charter his story
And made him believe in a my-story
That's how you know times is bad
When Gods is being killed by crabs
That invest these streets, it ain't safe no more
So before you leave your front door the war is cold
So grab your heats, your God-U now
And your teflon cause the war's on like
Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam
I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language
Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks
To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like
Bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick
And act like a paranoid schizophrenic,
I leave your mind in a state of panic,
Like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic

(Chorus 3X: Killa Sin, (ShoGun Assason)
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
(I'm duckin all of em
Comin back, double edged blade and cuttin all of em)

(Outro: ShoGun Assason)
Mothafuckas
Comin straight for ya jugular vein
With my double edged blade

*gun shots*
*screams*
"You bastard you killed my father!"
*gun shots*
*glass shattering*

Intro: P.R. Terrorist

Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not what they appear to be
360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher
Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up

(P.R. Terrorist)
The Last Poet construct the rhyme
At a self-destruct in your tape deck
In your walkman or in your truck
Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block
Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot
Heavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat
Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street
Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet
War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete
Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces
Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung
Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses
Next LP my teams face all up in the sources

(Reporter)
Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty.
That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us.

(Islord)
Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in Mecca
In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots
To twist niggaz physical like cyclones
But now I'm in the worst part, with the art
That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs
Because, you and your ten cats sat back
Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough
Like one swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green cashman jacket
This way, so I can swerve that a-way
On my way to the homes of the grains of Shaolin
With King I Divine, never smile when you enter
The sector of the Killa Hill 10304
Just be prepared for war and blood shed
Because there's no exit and no such thing as three men
You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps
And there's definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed
Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black
Like the hallways in Alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber
of my baby girl Nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse

(Reporter)
We today have concluded in agreement to end the war
and bring peace with honor in Vietnam

(9th Prince)
Yo, Yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs
I speak with authority but calm
Bent back nigga like the hunch back from Notre Dame
24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks
I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces
I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist
Fight with fatal blows like the white Lotice
Though this four time expansion at the Wu-Mansion
Wu-Tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint
A lenchmen killed off hitler's henchmen
Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable
Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable
The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters
Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters
I slaughter like Saddam Hussein, giving killing orders

(Reporter)
5 months ago Saddam Hussein started this cruel war against Kuwait,
tonight the battle has been joined.

Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this
the Gods serving justice, with ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

(P.R. Terrorist)
Apocalypse at my finter tips
Sense ya tight grip exit a clip
Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts
On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist

(Killa Sin)
Yo I could pull da livest shit
hang-gliding off the side of a cliff
Country western bitch been known
to chokehold on my dick
Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic boot
Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss
Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in Vegas
North Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift
Crack ya jaw in three different places
leave you speechless

(P.R. Terrorist)
Speak with a lisp
Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk
Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back
then make ya piss
thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist
Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums
You can't resist
Sudden impact, yeah jetblack
Shine like Shalack
Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks,
They off the meat rack
The combinations's like one in a million
Puerto Rican quarter bizillion
Seven wise men making a killing
In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings
When my wind blow, you crabs move slow
Murder you dolo, take ya heads off
Riding a horse like playing polo

(Killa Sin)
I flow faster than Skolettos
Used to hesitate to let go
Now my darts echo for blocks
and travel north rapidly like Metro
Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty
See half of them is petro, or deadly
like fat ass is in the sex so
Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking
niggas get ya neck broke for asking
See I aim kid and my A stay missing in action
Fire back when niggas start clapping
Make it happen

Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this
the Gods serving justice, with ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

(9th Prince)
I use niggas for target practice
This year I plan to fuck the baddest actress
On my waterbed Wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of Shabazz, your alpine endurance
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of Bagdad
It's the world's greatest soundscanner
Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana
The God's voicebox connects with high frequencies,
Satellites and antennas, Prince Saddam is
Shaolin's Highlander, with Evander Holyfield stamina
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is "Dead Man Floating In A River"
my Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions
like transition lenses
I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers
you superstitious
I'll still murder your ass, with influence
of insanity conditions
RZA and 4th Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe
Prince Saddam's a lyrical lumberjack
A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler
With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,
Go stick up the lobby

Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)
Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish
(Yall niggas try to dub this
the Gods serving justice, with ruckus
Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)

Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin

Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air?

Intro:

"You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me"
"Get out of my head" *gun shot*

What, ("You feel some pain..")
It's like this, what, what
Check it out, yo

(Shogun Assasson)
This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
You better make sure your swords sharp
And you got a lyin' heart
Cause, I strike for the throat
And stab them with a deadly note
That pierces the eardrums
Those are the equally grym
Now you're stunned
Another victim of the Shogun
A spinal chop to the cerebellum
So, go ahead, try to run in advance
Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance
Ready to be-head you, dead you
Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes aint punctual
My actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you

(Islord)
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to pull
My razorblade sharp sword out the case
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with
No traces left behind, where the body was laid out
For the coroners to figure out
That it was one swing from the guillotine
That decapitated his head from his shoulders

"You can't here me"
"Get out of my head"

(Beretta 9)
Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire
Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire
Physical, that left niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine
M-M which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin
I sincerely love Allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic
Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic

"Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - Killa Sin sample
"Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - Islord sample
"Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - Killa Sin sample
"Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - Islord sample
"Get out of my head"