歌词
(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 ******...
Get the bulletproof vests ******... 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 *****, 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! ***** take that
I'm in some **** 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 *****, 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 *** or roughnecks
I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) the real live ****** ain't afraid to bust ***
Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly ****** 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 M
C'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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