(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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
