Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Camouflage Ninjas, artist - KIllarmy. Album song Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wu
Song language: English
Camouflage Ninjas |
Yeah |
Masked avengers, check it, yo |
Masked avengers |
Camouflage ninjas |
Masked avengers |
The indians near, there’s no time for fear |
MC’s better beware, of their worst nightmare |
Soldiers of the Wu infantry out and locked on your vacinity |
Killarmy take on those who walk on the street to the danger zone |
When you grab the microphone, this is my rap empire |
The so called game who get fired, overthrown, stone the devil |
Stampede, doing religous rituals, blind individuals |
Brothers get lost like wandering Jews on a pilgrimage |
My team pack beams on the line of scrimage |
The first one that strikes get the advantage |
Lyrical destroyers, five in the midst causing damage |
«Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon |
«Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon |
«Shotguns through the nose» — Raekwon |
As I stab the darkness, faces of death is all thats left |
Intensity, filled with suspense, my minds condensed |
Subjected to projects not one aspect of jiggy |
Dark and senile from the dark ages are dark like the the cruel sea |
Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans |
Mobilizing sinister plans |
Fertilizing cocaine plants on forty square acres of land |
Extortion, importing, escort services |
Niggas too nervous to even purchase on this drug surface |
To be committed by the CIA |
Criminals in the army engage in war games |
'Cuz we’re living in the last days |
Most killers make you hate |
The world is too late |
Ohhhh, and it rained |
Yo, yo, yo |
Picture this, rap specialist, you know were killing shit |
Come equipped or else fall victim to endangerment |
I’m certified, high specialized within homicide |
To those who die, there by choice, fool its do or die |
The wilderness is the battle field by will |
I shoot to kill, aiming guns at niggas who squeal |
At ease I’m putting sess to my nose, it’s urban warfare |
Time be here, another one go unprepared, like Goldilox |
Representing what I’m about, no impersonator |
Those with fake moves can get the casket later |
Commentater verbal chrome beat that make the lecture later |
Fugitive, running from jakes, avoiding major danger |
Jail time, ain’t trying to get locked up |
Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck |
Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on point |
Situations be coming, waking up that ass with a twenty-two |
Yo, yo, yo, yo |
My brain hold ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier |
I’m sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria |
When I rhyme I split razor blades that fix the sound barrier |
I exercise my brain with thoughts thats military trained |
Lyrical uncontrolled substance damage the main part of the brain like cocaine |
My heart push blood that keeps them brave |
While others is trapped inside barricades |
The new industry order MC’s become slaves |
They’ll all go against the order dig the illa veins |
I rush spots, crush plots, then hide out in the Marriot |
Cops get shot for trying to break up minor scuffles in parking lots |
A vision of in the war prison |
Held up convicts with ice picks |
The lights go out, G’s was stabbing his shit |
I chopped a rapper from excellence to his back hatch |
Windpipes get cracked |
Flashbacks attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats |
Daily evidence I erase, can’t be traced by jakes |
Nucleic niggas from the mind penetrate the star gate |
MC’s found chopped up and thrown in lakes |
In all fifty-two states, I did it with the help of escape inmates |
Most killers make you hate |
The world is too late |
Ohhhh, and it rained |
Who will be free now |
Who will be pinned down |
Who will be free now |