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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
<9th Prince>
Yeah, yeah Master of all self-hate Shaolin cipher heat, niggas For my militant soldiers Yeah, check it out Yo, yo As night falls the commando's teams seize the palace Fiercely assault commands the volts Explode in the air like lightning bolts We rippin' out your spleen At battlegrounds like the dense jungles of Phillipines Drunk monk sip O.E. out the canteen Men at war with guillotines So far we all (?) Japanese Troops not waiting All you hear is bullets penetrating Deep like the assassination that almost killed Reagan War troops in army suits with spiked boots Lyric proof brutes Camouflage the haunted igloo Eskimo commando Dressed to kill in camo Black Rambo I civilize for ammo Bulletproof parachutes We motorate helicopters with green bags of loot Bloodthirst heroes After Vietnam he made the wheelchair No fear Warfare at its highest (?-mixed with Beretta 9's first line) Yo, yo I snatch up defeated troops in desert Tim boots Camouflage like the sands I locate in Iran For war be the issue Elite crews and God jewels Snipers on the rooftop watch out for the Pitbulls Waited 'til sunsets and moving like ninjas Camouflage masked avengers Y'all niggas best surrender We servicing your weapons we be the Armageddon Killarmy bring on board this military acquisition Your crew will take position on the seven seas mission Beretta 9 be wild like (?-mixed with 9th Prince's first line) <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> Yo, 5 Star General giving killing orders Militant assassins surround the headquarters <Shogun Assassin> Let's go to war with break beats My battleground is in the streets Shogun Samurai assassin the professional spectacle Mental terrorist Plant a time bomb in your ear And hold your brain for hostage Killarmy equipped with detonating swords Captivate the crowd leave 'em praising the Lord In the Asiatic War we chop heads off Like General Monk and his swordsmen The reason is burning season My brothers is guilty of high treason So I decapitate them As they lay motionless bleeding on the canvas I put away my weapon which is stainless <9th Prince> Yo, it's the 5 Star General <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> 5 Star Generals, word up <Dom Pachino> Here's the non-carnivorous Lyricist rhyming protagonist absorbing thoughts through my elements Rip out your pancreas Try to exit and get caught like a venereal disease Niggas freeze before I sueeze It's impossible to run when I'm done Dom Pachino the son saving my universe now Awaiting trial Unidentified profile Got you sewn like a textile Lyrical navigator exploring different worlds Mixelplick (?) style Equipped with a vest Killarmy vigilantes got MC's marked for death Evil targets Taking their lives like Grand Auto Theft Then motivate like Dr. David Banner Moving in bulletproof air crews with CB scanners I channel My life can never be a manual Unpredicatable historical like a Greek oracle Words pronunciated plural And shot through my (?-over Masta Killa's first line) <Masta Killa> Scinece is the study of all things Knowledge their sword swing Guns go off in the east wing It's a blessing to deliver this lesson Who's resting You've been summons to awaken A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil civilization Migration expands my plan to the maximum capacity Nothing can hold me from launching out over the Earth then disperse Ritual darkness niggas return Unscathed and at ease and as you were But the thought of not being able to breathe and leave these worldly possessions Have MC's fret to step in my direction <9th Prince-Chorus x 2> Word up, militant assassins |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
chorus: Blood for Blood without rewards
a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for blood Blood for Blood without rewards (Dom PaChino) Deep in the hot sands of Savannah, stands a rhymin' highlander, Mental expander with all the propaganda You in a contest, on his conquest lies a rap voyager, articla lyricist Lyrics are Delhi like asbestis You get cardiac arrested by the specialist Commando with no encore, sore like a bald eagle to this world full of evil a shields of forcefield, transparent like Dear Parks spring water tracks are trench slaughter like a chainsaw massacre an ancient warrior trapped in Castlevania One more way to explain is anger (Shogun Assason) To all my universal soldiers stay at attention while I strategize an invasion, the mission be assasination snipers hittin' car casins with semi-automatic shots heard around the world My part is to control the globe and hold the world hostage and my fingertips with tight grips like Atlas See I got a warplan more deadlier than Hitler It was all written down in ancient scriptures Chorus: a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for Blood Blood for Blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all Blood for blood (9th Prince) Yo, a re-genesis, a speak lyricist, X-ray visionist lyrical specialist under world terrorist my razorblade custom sharpness sharpin' the sword 'n' re-killed by the lord the last platoon set up a camp fire on the moon Be built of a will, illuminate soon all my soldiers train with eagle claws first to three of military laws we create a massacre like Texas chainsaw blood for blood keep the unity thick like mud Killarmy attack 'n' pell of fighters Deadly control of Lone Rangers, soap a sky blackness Squadron ally bombers like Hitler and the battle of Britain analyse my vision then join my collision which is a war conviction, militant chamber that's headin' Chorus: my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood (Beretta 9) Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it's sexist surrender yo' shows 'n' yo' weapons force the section pass the ammonition shit is deep as I walk into danger blowin' up spots with bad times 'n' anger outlaws dipped to black for T-cap with more force to loot I bomb beyond the strike back the Army, seven man deep, back to back I pullin' out gats, lounchin' deadly attacks I be goin' to war, unheard 'n' unseen awakin' from yo' dreams, puck gunshots 'n' screams don't got time for the snitchers, leave 'em count their stitches make 'em take a fall in the bloody ditches Beretta 9 givin' it raw, blood for blood now we've gathered all at war Chorus: why, blood for blood blood for blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood without rewards a bullet hears my true love sign in life's young dreams to all blood for blood blood for blood without rewards |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
Get the vests; get the vests
Word up, grab your nines Crazy head get out there God Blast that nigga hard It's all real over here Killa Sin, 9th Prince, what We don't give a fuck (Lots of other difficult to decipher mumblings) Yo, it's burning season Y'all thugs is guiltly of high treason Many of them bleeding Some getting sent to the brain for no reason On the streets niggas kill without a license, in Scarsville It's all for real cause everything is real Don't sleep on the average cat he's packing steel Ayo nigga I'm on the cash rules Wasted in my hand, half a hundred grand Injure that pretender in the black land Heard he be the crack man Selling major jums (?) by the pager son He the one sporting crazy tunes (?) lace 'em with your tongue So here's the plan Get the glock I got the doo-wop Follow him for two blocks And pop him if he do cock Scat back better snap his nap back for that black Pass the stacks to Fat Cat and find out where the crack's at Rolling out make sure you keep your phone out So I can reach your shit quick Get his whip stripped and take my own route For safety Mistakes be for hasty Many jakes who chase me But never have the space to embrace me A fool's game where all the rules change I never move the same But who's to blame My nigga Buddha came with the ruger aim Somebody screamed stop the violence So this nigga had the silencer spitting black talons at any challenger Yo, it was a ghetto Vietnam I tried to flee and harm Me and Har my nigga Buddha caught about three in the arm But one traveled to his abdomen I grabbed him and embraced him Had to see how bad this crab had laced him Yo, rapidly bleeding started pleading for his life Take care my seed and my wife Make sure she's feeding him right True indeed black I got your back I hold it down on the real May you rest in peace son I see you on the ground Many times I fought the urge to resort to crime But I find my criminal mind complying with the villain kind I'm feeling nines 'til they overflow Going blow for blow with the rest Cause them try and test the best It's a slug fest Round one sounds wrong I found one Lurking in the back now clapped him with my pound son The shells drop Old ladies yell for the cops and shorty shot shit Fell in the arms of his pops and didn't mean to Why he had them running away Should have taught him how to duck when he heard the fucking gun spray I say a prayer for the kid, keep stepping With my weapon cocked wetting up the block every section hot The gats flash out by leaps and bounds Now police and hounds making up grounds Cause they chasing me down I'm all alone in this war zone My brain's under stress Thinking I'm blessed if I can make it home Scared to death kid Catch my breath I bear left Hit the weeds and then rest to calm my chest But an undercover had discovered my plot and plan I shot the man so I dropped my glock and ran Get the fuck out the way, move, move Get the fuck out the way, oh shit Yo, I made a rally to a dark alley Where I bumped heads with crackhead Fred and his bitch named Sally She had a down low lab for me to go to Where I could relax and count stacks like I'm supposed to Keep my whereabouts on the hush hush I had to provide some heroin high, sick grooves, and five bags of dust I didn't wet up or let it slide because I was petrified If homicide got me they gonna watch me die Fuck that, I'm going all out No half stepping My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jetting I lay low for like five days or so Put some troopers on the block round the clock to make me dough Yo out of sight and out of mind be my motto I promise myself I'm gonna make it to see tomorrow Word up, Killarm '96 Killa Sin, word up 9th Prince The saga continues For real though gotta let these niggas know To the rounds in the cut, all real niggas raise up |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
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 |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wassup dog? Seven commandments, knahmean? Yo son, with the seven commandments Chorus: (6x) Yo I'm about the army shit, the raw shit The military war hits with gun clips (Shogun Assasson) Yo, my battleground's where I lounge Fightin wars from dusk til dawn In the trenches of hell There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill The planet Earth is the battlefield Enemy troops can't come face to face with death Black mission caught for cold steel The last art drill when I open fire Better aim to kill As the destruction that I reveal like revelations Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation with no mental vision Unseen strikes your vital like precision I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition (9th Prince) I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers Riddlers and Hitlers Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven The seven commandments Metric equivalents Meaning many niggas died for pleasures (Dom PaChino) I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile Fittin your sides ragged Puerto Rican terrorist from the Middle East refusin the mark of the beast Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life Made possible by the mic device I slice wieldin a sharp instrument Sharpened in the temple of pyramids Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun Dom PaChino madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun (Street Life) Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm 21st century crime for you being born US currency got me itchin my palms P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass I deal with this shit like it's my last So to speak what you say son go have a blast I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn First degree poetry Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets (Beretta 9) Mentally I be ready, pass the machette My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery Goin through the struggle, trials and execution This is my solution to this revolution Pay close attention, lyrical precision My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children '96 be buildin the stat or be killed in |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
(reporter)
We are at war with the enemy we can't see a brutal conspiracy of assassination Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders (a woman) Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!! (reporter) There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear (expert) Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire (reporter) it is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism It's time to go to war niggas... Get the bulletproof vests niggas... word up!! chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause got high with fly sounds bound the floors it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!) Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) Spill it to bomb, backglot? Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout DA-DA-DAZ just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide with energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die Split yo' vest from yo' test My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins' razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden follow the prince of thieves, I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler It's the price of killin' like Kaine did the first murder chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars when I attack MC's become B.O.W.'s missin' in action Shogun the Assason strikes with rage, when I engage with Street Wars, when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows commandoes with empty ammo We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff county Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x) One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men Climin' uses race from the sun Dom PaChino, Madman, Assassin tracks for Shogun... |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
<Chorus>
When I came to you there on that cold telephone pole horror of the night and you came out to meet me and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings <9th Prince> Congratulations you coming home next month Humble as a monk We celebrate with Crystal and skunk The family's large It's hard being God Still take charge come home to a massage A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage And trying to make up for the times when you was gone Being locked up while my heart was torn You wrote me letters Telling me when you come home things will be much better I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather In difficult times it's hard to maintain I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain And that rain is pain For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane Forced to stay awake Late nights it's hard to sleep When I peek Cause the kitchen's chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake Thoughts remain calm like the ocean Puff a little war potion Everything relates to emotion When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf Blown away by wind realities Strong breeze, but you're free I took the block off the horn So let knowledge be born Blood brothers forever Killa B's on the swarm <Chorus> <Killa Sin> Dom P's (?) past, guns blast I recollect on the past On how we ran wild together Chasing cash and ass Small time thing Managing stings for nugget rings Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side Homicide never I visualize better You live forever in my heart son Mentally dunn we roll together No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash On the concrete my leg felt weak I couldn't eat let alone sleep This shit is way beyond bone deep Now I sip beers Shed a few tears with our peers Play the rears Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares Yo it's hard kid I swear to my unborn this war's going on Veterans taking falls to young pawns But I stay strong and try to move on And live life to the fullest Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet <Chorus> |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
Word (Yo three joints youknowI'msayin?)
The God existed way before that (Word) Not tonight man Number one niggas put a lot of energy into this shit man (Yup) Niggas put a lot of time into this shit man (Yeah) And it's like, it's like when you put, when you invest time into somethin God Then it pays off man, bottom line (It's like you get, you get out of it what you put into it) What you put into it youknowI'msayin So you give a hundred and ten you gonna get a hundred and twenty back RZA's only right It's like we had to go though hell to come out right That cipher, they got to make their own choice We can't make they choice for em they made their own choice It was up to us they probably would've been with us, knowI'msayin But they made their own choice and they went their own way And they fell off That's why I'm glad it's like yo I glad of this shit, because niggas gotta come up now But see everything happen for a reason son, knahmean And that's why them niggas got cut The way they got cut when they got cut off, youknowI'mmean It's like it happened for a reason God It was meant to be, y'all can't see it no other way (Niggas had to go) You know? You can't see it no other way son It's like we either gonna do with or without God It seems like when niggas got cut our shit came stronger together It's for the better... |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
(Chorus)
It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die (Islord) blood seaks out ya right eye the war against the brain the mad pain will be felt watch da sun the rain expert through his own work Islord choppin' his way up to Billboard the top notch I got mc's gatherin' sold their life similiar to Fort Knox Lyrical shots and shot rap and fire style Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin' at the click put it to ten max to the up most niggaz is ghost's on the first lyrical dose that'll wreck ya brain like uncooked cocaine str-8 from the crates of the cocoa click niggaz chant Killarmy from Bronx Don Juan (Chorus) It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die (9th Prince) Let me survive after the fully moon facin' changed said lettin' oracles of oracle man solid liquid and gas I became an Ill fad and cryin' of shame and heal the pain of less of my name and taggin' on the wall bited and blood stains 'til the whole world can see the reality of a madess conspiracy dark heavens slangin' in chemical smoke and hold ya breath or death if not ya choke and speak that what preachers will say I gash him to pieces when he comes my way blood is worser to the storm and the singers I jacked who are going to die perhaps I sang watchin' men through the valleys again then I spin into a circle of wind which is a tornado or I'm dangerous like David Caress of Waco to wake up the ammo Killarmy dipped in green like deniro (Chorus) It seems it never fail (x3) that the devils got niggaz domes locked in hell so return to the darkside snakes are the niggaz that stares you in the eyes death is a penalty when you die |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
We gon do it like this, do it like this, word
Check it out yo, yo, yo Chorus: (2x) Through difficult times it's hard to maintain Lookin for the shelter that blocks out the rain Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain But one thing's for sure black God remains (Beretta 9) Through difficult times lots of unexpected My pops disapproves cause I wanna make records But check it, my home life for second, I feel neglected I bounce the first chance I get, I stop to think a second I wreck it, damn I'm gonna need a place to sleep No major CREAM I call up the God Supreme I analyse, I'm plannin up a strategy Fuck a fantasy I'm dealin with reality Mentality that's wilder than the average cat I snatch a CREAM and sell a nigga's candlewax I hit the tracks, I hold cycle with my brothers All is understood, peace lies amongst each other But meanwhile, I maintain to keep the same I smoke a bone every now and then to ease the pain But through the struggle I know that only God remains Chorus (2x) (Shogun Assasson) The streets is bugged Seein young soldiers pedal drugs by the pound The scheme is to catch CREAM at a fast rate Start movin the product from state to state Lay up and watch the profits inflate Now you're a big time hustler, full time heavyweight contender But you must remember That your thoughts must be cold just like December Stay low key so you won't catch a case Throws comin in from the fiends who smoke base Madman clientele, see your apartment start to swell The last thing on your mind is a jail cell You're blind, all you see is money Lost in the illusion of luxury It's a shame, you're in the game for the fame and the name So spin the wheel of misfortune I heard with the sling that escorts ya Now your life is in jeopardy Because you the brothers that's livin in the army Chorus (2x) Keep calm and don't expose and weak points We'll all line up and fight together I say, we must all stay together as a single unit *continues on beginning of next track* |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
<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 |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
Tonight you pukes will sleep with your rifles.
You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful! This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle is my best friend It is my life I must master it as I must master my life Without me my rifle is useless Without my rifle I am useless (Shogun Assasson) Listen to this black visionary, bringin war like a revolutionary Cause drunk and deadly poetry over murderous melodies So prepare for death be your penalty Now you're a mere memory of bloody victory Soldiers drivin mad by centuries of lies and trickery Then go on a killin spree puttin devils out their misery Hearin screams sounds of agony Hostility takes over me Mind adventurin through the cracks of insanity Down the hallowed halls of hell Walkin the dreaded years with no fears Givin persons cold stares Cause I know they fakes as snakes is stabbed in the back With poisonous attacks whose wicked ass gets subtracted My rifle and myself are defenders of my country Me and my rifle are the defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within (Dom PaChino) I wield the silent weapon for this quiet war that's instore My physical's on a world tour, my brain is wagin war in the urban Send the blocks stacked like castles They call them project housin, arousin anger Define who's being distributed, new faces prohibited In this wild life I'm livin in is a new millenium Got my adrenaline purrin like an engine Camouflage ninjas avengin My rifle and myself are defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within (Beretta 9) My thoughts travel far beyond the galaxies Praise hard to shootin stars Deadly bombin for the cause wildcat Razor close likes it in the innocent, the five percent Attribute, roll God Allah, fuck the government I design military warheads with infrared Gotta be sled - oh shit here come the feds Don't move or you're dead, niggas fled like fugitives Considered non-dangerous the way niggas don't pertain to this Killarmy breath of this bullshit ignorance As I overtake the sun, multiply deaf and dumb Victims of illusions, don't understand confusion I let my thoughts be born of poetry show and proven Do we be the chosen on the uprise, eighty fives Don't realize to check for these bad guys with the snake eyes The poisonous venom's cold wettin lives Killarmy on the return like the Jedi This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle and myself are defenders of my country We are the masters of our enemies We are the saviors of my life So be it until there is no enemy Find peace within This is my rifle There are many like it but this one is mine My rifle is my best friend It is my life I must master it as I must master my life Without me my rifle is useless Without my rifle I am useless I must fire my rifle true I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me I must shoot him before he shoots me I will |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
"What is your style and what is your Clan?"
"The soldier, and uses military style." "Oh? So there may be a war." (Killa Sin) Universal soldiers Yo, yo Automatically I reign supreme, laser beam tracks and graze your brain Hit your spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean Find a lies, cries, complies Close your eyes soldier's lies Look beyond the skies though the soul roll with pride A few brave unmilitant names who misbehave Killarmy style rushin the stage in jiggy waves The Killa Bee ministry forms another industry Physically recoffin and killin any savage mentally Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the masses Prolly find them bastards in gaseous regiment For stampedin in all illified elements Universal soldiers, combine the sacred seven men (Dom PaChino) In the industries enemies tryin to diminish me Finish me, mercenaries go on a killin spree The art of war, plannin a siege is risky Like an armed struggle, shots flingin doubles and they missed me Cause I'm immune to tight situations Manuverin is my formation to different locations If I get caught then I been gotten That means the plan I was plottin wasn't stable I gotta go back to the drawing table And start from scratch rearranging the whole map Changin the blueprints, make sure no one's been tapped In fact son, that must've been the problem Take the horns off the hook, we gonna do this deal solemn In us we trust and when the narcs came and rushed Ain't no time to discuss, grab our God jewels and bust Cause I roll with the unit, 360 degrees Tight like an ovary, ain't no more casualties Bein reputed, we sever reign undisputed (Shogun Assasson) Yo kill to protect and arm myself with intellect Life is on edge cause I serve at the dude in the army I come with the New Wu Order and documented notes The battlesite, planet Earth, stabbin niggas quotes Attack the wilderness like a virus Planted with no anidotes There is no immunity Wagin war on the devil's community Zero in and I catch a vision I see a valley of men castin weight on those who did sins 19 million strong, appear in your atmosphere in military gear Camouflaged commandos, outlaws, desperados take the world by storm Operation come and attack Devil City Seek and destroy illumination The worship of light, skull and bones was the devil's hope Twelve whipped cardinals and one pope (9th Prince) Yo Arabian knights Killarmy left on the battlefield Warfare's revealed Soldiers sport navy seals for pella fighter in armored jet planes I burn hotter than propane Army suit is stained with bloodstains from soldier's remains The Red Army, movin across the desert on camels and black horses Camouflaged fortress, four horsemen blowin shit out of proportion I'm trapped in a line of fire, all our desires be inside the empire Rhymes are sharp like barbed wires Vocal shit the air like skydivers On gunpowder rains like April showers Camouflaged pillow with skies in Range Rovers Soulful soldier soul controller I kill Jehovah left the sash as closure Casualties of wars Battlegrounds ruled by lords armed with swords I meditate seven miles away from Kuwait Where water runs dry through rivers and fountains On weekends catch me collectin heads at the Caucus Mountains |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
Wake the fuck up (12X)
Chorus: Yo wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up The wisdom we apply, son, soak this shit up If it was cess, son, niggaz would smoke this shit up So wake the fuck up, or get broke the fuck up Verse One: Madman Yo, yo, yo, we are street soldiers of the dark side of the planet I kill killing orders like a lieutenant Hit the planet Earth, then explode like a human cannon The universal author, born-to-kill saga Givin’ niggaz head trauma Bulletproof shield is made of gold armor Brain surgeon is aversions, my purgin’ mind urban Scientists found killed and wrapped up in curtains Casualties, flashbacks, now simply that I attack like a rat, serious as a heart attack Professional assassinator professor Assassinate your mind state and broke the metal plate Lyrical Nostradamus, psychotic mind of Sadaam Ex-con, attack the Pentagon with unorthodox firearm from Vietnam I crucify em, like Muslims murdering Jews from Jerusalem Now who's the supreme lyricist? You can't seize this When I die, my name'll be worshipped like Jesus War visual individual, incriminate the criminal My culture nickel put holes in your face like dimples Chorus Verse Two: Hell Razah Brains get unfrozen when they oppose, as we unfold Futuristic scrolls that was prophesied scriptures Hitting an untold, I roll with my skull and bones made of solid gold, skin is closing up Approach your home, with a war, Armaggedeon in my home Wisdom mind ruler mental intruder From the tribe of Judah Devils disappear like they went through the Bermuda, triangle, erupting on RZArectah tracks like volcanoes, so God swear to me I appear two years, sample revolution in the burning cup Constitution, learned too much, came off must return Observe the facts, delivered by Blacks Soon as we unite, the sky cracked A group of UFOs formed a seven in the heavens Gods celebrate devils death day signal Jail let loose the criminals, bystanders died Waiting for miracles we giving you Chorus: 1/4 Verse Three: Killa Sin Yo, I make your heart thump like tree stumps be crackin’ concrete chumps released once the Earth shifts, vocal points clips he wrote and missed Killer vocalist, load his fist blessed with loaded gifts Golden clips, shotty slipped like psychotic hits in soldier flicks, who wrote the shit superior Mines combine the modus clique Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on Soviets Stay rushin’ my direction; I'm wettin like a leaf bone Freak poems, seek thrones to call home where freaks bone To each his own, chrome zones, be cloned like chromosomes So the chrome, the golden-toned champ whip rollin’ bones Fire's on, blazin hot trails at night, barren ville Shotty still collaboratin’ on tracks with Bobby Steels Generate a mil, Killa Bee law, kill or be killed Know the ledge, finally, our justice has revealed Chorus Verse Four: Prodigal Sun The 43rd conviction, incarcerated in hell for eternity But my mentality and chemistry made me celestial through the galaxy Sparks friction, generating through evaporation Slay through meditation, your body is now liquidation Even your hemoglobin is swollen with corrosion Amputated and rated physical zone disintegrated That's what niggaz face when fuckin’ with the Sunz of Man Go to the dungeon; I could lead a hundred men with a golden pen Forced to intercept with the clique from Shaolin Killin’ devils, scatter they ashes over the sea of Mediterranean That's my trademark, PS burned in my victims’ heart I be the star from afar illuminating through the dark Another burning face of death The initiation of the Mason, 186 my name's left in the Book of Revelation Reminiscing about the days, raising hell Representative of a mind, able to lead a city, what technicality of mankind Mistake trying to keep me behind the closed doors of reality All three eyes to the revolution can now escape the blind state of confusion Trials and tribulations of the Original Nation Leaves a headache, the only chance of elevation Unite with the black coalition Sunz of Man, population clique, Wu-Tang Clan First the Killarmy, eat your skeletons, buried in the Promised Land You better wake the fuck up! That's word life! Don't sleep! We don't be having that shit no more! Word is bond, this is as real as it's going to get Wake the fuck up (4X) Killarmy, Wu-Tang Clan Word word, Shaolin Wake the fuck up Get the actual facts Better fuckin’ resurrect Chorus |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
"Why did you join my beloved core?"
"Sir, to kill sir!" "So you're a killer?" "Sir yes sir!" "Let me see your war face." "Sir?" "You got a war face? Aaaahhh! That's war face now let me see your war face." "Aaaaahhhh!!" "Bullshit, you didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face." "AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!" "You don't scare me, work on it!" Yeah Where the fuck is your war face son? (Burning season niggas) Killarmy (It's not safe no more nigga) Chorus: (2x) Yo I wanna see your war face Soldier where's your war face? Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates (9th Prince) Yo, yo yo yo Check the Killarmy We go to war like tomahawks and Indians From the wilderness of our villages Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress To build up my heritage Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in Manhatten cabs Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves That damage the earways for centuries and decades I be a renegade through rainy days I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart A rhymin alcoholic, I'm bad for your liver Unidentified corpse's thrown in the Ohio River I'm psychotic in the tropic Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics Killarmy be runnin train on Bobby Steels' tracks Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax Chorus (Shogun Assasson) Here's the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones The black Hitler, killer riddler breakin bones Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays My forte is of a higher rank like sensei Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement Searchin crevaces for a wise man's testament Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin Against I but stimulate ya of life and matter Cloak and dagger, first I gag ya then stab ya The apprehender, plus I move like a ninja No retreat and no surrender My war agenda (Cloud 9) Live via satellite, soldiers with mics Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords Killarmy militant warlords Military war slang who's to blame Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan For the blacks and the tans Decrease the population of the rhythm nation By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source To the force I bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights Like boo took all the shells from automatics Strategic tactics Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines (Beretta 9) I strike on universal fish, I'm out the clear mist Relentless, beat a nigga senseless Niggas best to witness At how I gets to business, soldier from the trenches My offense be my defense with military sequence Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember Camouflage avenger, Killarmy nigga Surrender your garments and your legal tender Fatigued ninja with silent triggers Chorus (2x) (Killa Sin) Yo, I crack chest cavities Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed Gat'll squeeze, it's a merciless form of my formalities I locked down south with hip hop doses of death Within my breath that I drop to make your heart stop You can't cope with this vocal dope that'll corrode your throat Yet alone make a local choke I strip niggas of they manhood because I'm no damn good And roll with a Killa Wu Clan in the hoods Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th Disciple Stifle enemies, come test Twenty one in your chest Killa blessed em with a bloody vest Chorus (2x) |
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from Killarmy - Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars (1997)
"For security reasons I am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed
location; because the subject of tonight's American expose is terrorism." (Killarmy in this motherfucker) Intro/Chorus: Yo, Killarmy, we the last armaggedeon Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin In the streets, or in the sand war is on Now aside nigga here comes the pride Verse One: You can't persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade Drill more heat than Black Suede, I'm the sun beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found All you hear is the unreknowned sound that makes your eardrum pound, you can't avoid it It been exploited in your district The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics They criticize while I revise my enterprise Do the knowledge and you'll be surprised ?Generalize and currency alive? while strong soldiers build with boulders Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate Then motivate, now I'm out of state, usin my Papermate to penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to The Crimson Tide that I provide, I dedicate my life to my poetry, if it's meant to be then let it be It's only right I'm out for the night, my life's a legacy Verse Two: Yo, it's like I remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props From knockin rocks on the block ?to chop the fat priced and jock? I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight We march across the Golden Gate Bridge My mind is in the solider state Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my Beretta's peel leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan Lands Now my Clan's doin tours in Japan and San Fran-cisco liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols and keep my block hot like burnin Crisco Wu-Renegades, deadly switchblades Chorus 2X Verse Three: Check it out, yo, yo Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades at United Snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy Build controversy, then perform surgery Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist for today's Genesis, surrender Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas Supreme marine I move in submarines Anti-murderer, stage burgaler Rugged rhyme ?asserter-er, with the righteous crutches? Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, Destructicons Best to kill or camouflage, Desert Storm On the battle before I lost a arm Held on to my sword took both hands like Voltron Like the master who's imperial, king of the scenario To all my universal soldiers, salute the general Verse Four: I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible My name is Born God Allah, King of North America On a ship I was stripped of my knowledge and wits Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon full of soldiers with dust bones Ain't nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit Tie you up with your barracks With heat-seeking lyrics and my ?royal friends from the tribe of Indians? I break down your physical change it to a chemical you cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original Chorus 2X Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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) |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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" |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
( 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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1998)
Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin
Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air? |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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) |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
(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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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" |
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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
( 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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
{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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
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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from Killarmy - Dirty Weaponry (1999)
Intro: Beretta 9 & Killa Sin
Yo. Smell that gun powder in the air? |
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