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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) |
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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) |
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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 |
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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* |
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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 ??? 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 |
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(Intro: Holocaust)
Killarmy, Killarmy Iron clad soldiers On our ways to the battlefield Killarmy, Killarmy (Chorus 2X: Holocaust) This is 'Doomsday', for MCs with hollow skills Who talk about clothing articles and dollar bills And fake ass rides that they dont even drive Hip hop's war and only strong MCs will survive (Holocaust) Half dead platoon leader, but woken by enemy heaters Juggernaut, on the block, blast shots at all retreaters Wise teacher to the utmost, Unified, fuck ghosts, Conquered galaxies, leading a band of ruthless cutthroats Brains explode, bloody splatters on the road My thoughts unfold and strip away the nutrients of your soul Heart's cold, blast shots through your nosehole I'm hostile, the slugs ricochet through your nostril, strike your tonsils Black kid, creep between walls like an arachnid Smash hits that open you like bullets with glass tips Killgrave, the black sea serpent who swallow ships My fists become glocks and my knuckles hollow tips Part the dirt, and raise dead soldiers with a curse Bury thieves wit no headstones so they give back to the earth Still shining, I'm the sun, wars increase by the ton Hands metamorph into axes, fuck guns, chop out your lungs Yo, yo Chorus 2X (Beretta 9) Yo, yo, yo We may bomb this, but seem harmless, check the calmess My palm hits like a closed fist, break ya jaw wit this You crab ass, try to think fast you besta slow down All six got trey pounds, its thirty six rounds The pristeen, unheard, unseen, the A team Murder being provoked face the red beam Street hot, excite bike so open my smoke screen Sped fast, five hundred crabs have fled the crime scene Out of state, switch the plates, canibal run dunn Sped fast, rub on the gas, here come the blast On their ninja bike, Kawasaki tights a two key prototype Shit was lookin' hype, then I made a right Hit the brake, threw a head fake, blast the clutch, I'm out of state Full speed ahead, never look back, always escape Chorus 2X (Dom Pachino) Layin in the dark war trench Covered in mud strong corpse stench Monkey wrench, adjusting my mic, fatigues drenched From soldiers' insides, scriptures hidden up in my archives Dodge and throw knives hand to hand combat takin lives Many lost, many tooken wit force Some linger wit the disease Bomb infection known as the bee stinger Its doomsday you rap singers Mockingbirds mocking my words This shit is war up in the terrorist arena Chorus 2X (Outro: Holocaust) This is Doomsday |
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( 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 |
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{Movie Sample, Unknown man}
For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their instincts point them only one way. The truth becomes undeniable, and apocylptic. (Dom Pachino, P.R. Terrorist) I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night food for thought, hold down a fort up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches, grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious, one eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron and one tryin to get close, I got the toast and I'm firin, blood gushin, commotion still zonin off the war potion (Beretta 9) yo wha, yo We be the masters of circuference, my thought cant behold body, mind control substance for the key to this shit, kid Examin the imposter, group of A uh-life's my team be deep like a roster, you lobster you break the edges of all the ? cut the tongues off all the snakes just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life I should always think twice, remember always think twice because mistake may be comin away kid so wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo (Islord) Aiyoo, straight up and down dont even bring that type of shit around me you live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think you could live amongst the, livest mc's and D-O-D's that I run with, and collaborate my thoughts with to elevate to higher standard as I landed, but never stranded as the God P.R. Terrorist apprehended analog suspects on the set (Dom Pachino) Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin, stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin caught a nice one, grave the vest-a to track a ? that may get bloody, ugly dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me hold my forehead, today had my daily bread shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed (Killa Sin) Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves, my competition headlocked into submission, while shots are lickin pickin through crops of intuition, yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what) names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained For the battle of my life in the night light this nigga grab a mic tight strike with a flash of dynamite, right So figure this, Killa get vigorous a lyricist supremicist attackin the track like ? of villages run, we still pillagin dunn |
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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* |
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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. |
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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) |
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Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin
Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air? |
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"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" |
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