Yeah, word up One time, one time Killarmy, Killarmy Beretta 9, Killa Sin, Dom Pachino, word up Shogun the Assasson, all is fair in love and war Yo, the saga carries on, word up, military time I got a long time (?) for slugs thug life tricks And pit fights jet black acts with fat ass kicks That's the shit right We jettin' to the roof for the tre duce Aimed at Jesus, residentials that let loose at spent shells We share a giggle and a Heineken We sitting on the corner with my niggas yelling Killa kick the rhyme again Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns Bombing they brain cells like herb Words attacking like a German hound We spark a freestyle session With a beef and forks (?) collection Full moon yeah kid no question Yo the cipher's over now par bay (?) and star play Ring around the hosey and mosey Down to Tarjay for Marge-ay Crazy dick bitch who suck dick On the down with his sheisty ass click from tre pound clown This is an ordinary day around my way When niggas spray shots, killer straight shots, and hit up gay cops
I attack shit move with your shots call the medic Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic Nightmares visions of death Catch a flashback This gunfire out of control I'm getting sent back Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo In enough shit to bury Rambo I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead Adrenalin (?) cats be amped up for action Going to war no time for relaxing Fists or handguns it doesn't make a difference Adjusts my sights and starts (?) become relentless Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment Blast on herds, shake Serbs with deadly words The pain's intense like I'm swinging on your nerves
Push the trigger Suddenly it bring you clarity Nights like day magnified Three point two time design
Combine with steel wind to blow your mind Counter terrorism with precision Armed with smoke bombs to blow your vision like cataracts My green team attacks your format My manifold is combat On wargrounds or on DATs It's my nature Killarmy legislator Leavingi broken arrows in backs of traitors My platoon's filled with black berets and painted faces High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces Specially trained in rugged terrain grains of the Earth Hot cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst Who came first God or the universe Uniting energy through my tongue and through the sun
War is never pretty But there is something dirty and disturbing about today's world conflict, because today's battles are fought with the dark heart of terrorism
Uh, it's very hard to maintain the emotional and political zeal that is needed to kill lots of people
You been to Shogun's realm I stand as a military helm Gone on a World War tour I catch a flashback from Iraq That's when I start terrorizing tracks Killing MC's with platinum stacks and death wax My torture chamber's filled with anger The executioner of Lucifer Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur Slashing at your fat jets you do or die Men before parachutes see with wounded eyes I be your war God to the dark side Witness how soldiers fall and die
Lives are being lost Around the globe each flashpoint has its own personality A border dispute here, a displaced homeland there a greedy politician or drug lord almost everywhere But whether the location is South America or South Yemen there is a connection Between many of these struggles They are angry conflicts of desparate people who feel they have neither the resources nor the clout to fight their enemies at the negotiating table So they take their negotiations to the streetsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
