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.
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