The Shoot Out Lyrics - Killarmy

{movie sample, unknown man} 

For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their 

Instincts point them only one way. the truth becomes undeniable, and 

Apocylptic. 

[dom pachino, p.r. terrorist] 

I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night 

Food for thought, hold down a fort 

Up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches, 

Grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious, 

One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron 

And one tryin to get close, I got the toast 

And I'm firin, blood gushin, commotion 

Still zonin off the war potion 

[beretta 9] 

Yo wha, yo 

We be the masters of circuference, 

My thought cant behold body, mind control substance 

For the key to this shit, kid 

Examin the imposter, group of a uh-life's 

My team be deep like a roster, you lobster 

You break the edges of all the ? 

Cut the tongues off all the snakes 

Just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life 

I should always think twice, remember always think twice 

Because mistake may be comin away kid 

So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo 

[islord] 

Aiyoo, straight up and down 

Dont even bring that type of shit around me 

You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders 

Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think 

You could live amongst the, livest mc's 

And d-o-d's that I run with, 

And collaborate my thoughts with 

To elevate to higher standard as I landed, 

But never stranded as the God p.r. terrorist apprehended 

Analog suspects on the set 

[dom pachino] 

Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin, 

Stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin 

Caught a nice one, grave the vest-a 

To track a ? that may get bloody, ugly 

Dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me 

Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me 

Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread 

Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed 

[killa sin] 

Yo I'm pullin wrestiln moves, 

My competition headlocked into submission, 

While shots are lickin 

Pickin through crops of intuition, 

Yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what) 

Names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained 

For the battle of my life in the night light 

This nigga grab a mic tight 

Strike with a flash of dynamite, right 

So figure this, killa get vigorous 

A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like ? of villages 

Run, we still pillagin dunn