Clash Of The Titans Lyrics - Singles - Killarmy

Take 'em to war, son 

(Yeah) 

Yo, wassup dog? 

Seven commandments, knahmean? 

Yo son, with the seven commandments 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit 

The military war hits with gun clips 

Yo, my battleground's where I lounge 

Fightin' wars from dusk till dawn 

In the trenches of hell 

There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill 

The planet earth is the battlefield 

Enemy troops can't come face to face with death 

Black mission caught for cold steel 

The last art drill when I open fire 

Better aim to kill 

As the destruction that I reveal like revelations 

Drop Jews like parables 

That can't be seen with the eye like constellations 

You're lost in the nation with no mental vision 

Unseen strikes your vital like precision 

I'm camouflaged in the large with ammunition 

I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo 

Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro 

I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers 

Riddlers and Hitlers 

Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures 

Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin' populations 

And you can not stand, then control the minds of Asians 

Candy cat raps, gets your tongue cut off and run through his back 

Sabotage, savages got stabbed 

As I watched blood drip from their fabrics 

Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend 

Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven 

The seven commandments, metric equivalents 

Meaning many niggas died for pleasures 

I wagin' Guerilla Warfare 

Supply the yellow jackets 

Each one containin' a mini sovereign homing missile 

Fittin' your sides ragged 

Puerto Rican terrorist from the middle east 

Refusin' the mark of the beast 

Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash 

Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life 

Made possible by the mic device 

I slice, wieldin' a sharp instrument 

Sharpened in the temple of pyramids 

Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant 

It's my assignment, burn up the climate usin' rays from the sun 

Dom PaChino, madman assassinatin' tracks with Shogun 

Yo, bring it on 

I deal with this like my first born 

My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm 

21st century crime for you being born 

U.S. currency got me itchin' my palms 

P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact 

Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass 

I deal with this shit like it's my last 

So to speak, what you say son, go have a blast! 

I'm livin' for the city, I burn as the world turn 

First degree poetry 

Hold your headpiece, when I release, I clear the streets 

Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece 

P.L.O. is the street life out in the streets 

Mentally I be ready, pass the machette 

My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti 

Racin' through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty 

It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery 

Goin' through the struggle, trials and execution 

This is my solution to this revolution, pay close attention 

Lyrical precision, my mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen 

Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children 

'96 be buildin' the stat or be killed in