Killarmy
Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars
Swinging Swords
[Billie Holiday]
These rhythms captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulates 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]
Word up
Let's take em to war son
Show em how it should be done
For real God
Yeah, yeah
Stimulate the brain cells
Check it, check it, yo
Killarmy bounty killers
Industry kid shivers
Shells up through your liver
Dead corpse float the rivers
Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria
Stalkin through the monitor
With the wisdom for dynamic professor
Lyrical cannon 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 splittin 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
[Billie Holiday]
These rhythms captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulates me
Can't help but swing it boy
Swing it brother swing
[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 grip 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
You get tickets through Telecharge as I massage lyrics get enlarged
Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles
You flee for shelter
My tre pound rounds'll meltcha
Like camouflage vinyl in the force of Delta
[Billie Holiday]
These rhythms captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulates 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
[Killa Sin]
What, what, one time
Come on swing it
Bring it, what
Killarm, yeah swing it
The Gods gonna bring it
For real, what
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 comin through
Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts
Your body foldin up
As long as soldiers strutin through the cut, a walker hold you up
A shitbag 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 tryin to test sides
True we're living thirty two shots
We're sendin a rock into your prism
Caught you bubblin
Like a cold sore the money comin in
Jugglin the church and street life you got me wonderin
And catch em
I let Allah bless em, that's the question
You dealin with a madman's profession so choose your weapon
[9th Prince]
Word up, Killarmy
Taking y'all to another war ground
Hold down the battlefield, word up
Shoutouts to all my Universal Soldiers
The 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
And all my juvenile niggas who's locked up in Tober Center
Word up, Ryker's Island
Peace to Big Queen and Supreme
Word up to God General Wise
General Wah
Word up to the last soldiers
Word up my nigga Islord
Still locked down in the jungle son
Word up keep the sword up God
Killarmy gonna represent this shit son
Word up, peace
Get out of here
Peace
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