| Yeah, word up
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| One time, one time
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| Killarmy, Killarmy
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| Beretta 9, Killa Sin, Dom Pachino, word up
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| Shogun the Assasson, all is fair in love and war
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| Yo, the saga carries on, word up, military time
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| I got a long time love for slugs thug life tricks
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| And pit fights jet black Acks with fat ass kicks
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| That’s the shit right
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| We jettin' to the roof for the tre duce
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| Aimed at Jesus, residentials that let loose at spent shells
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| We share a giggle and a Heineken
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| We sitting on the corner with my niggas yelling
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| Killa kick the rhyme again
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| Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns
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| Bombing they brain cells like herb
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| Words attacking like a German hound
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| We spark a freestyle session
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| With a beat from Fourth’s collection
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| Full Moon yeah kid no question
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| Yo the cipher’s over now par bay and star play
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| Ring around the hosey and mosey
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| Down to Tarjay for Marge-ay
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| Crazy thick bitch who suck dick
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| On the down with his sheisty ass click from tre pound clown
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| This is an ordinary day around my way
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| When niggas spray shots, killer straight shots, and hit up gay cops
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| I attack shit move with your shots call the medic
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| Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic
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| Nightmares visions of death
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| Catch a flashback
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| This gunfire out of control I’m getting sent back
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| Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo
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| In enough shit to bury Rambo
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| I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp
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| Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead
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| Adrenalin cats be amped up for action
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| Going to war no time for relaxing
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| Fists or handguns it doesn’t make a difference
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| Adjusts my sights as thoughts become relentless
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| Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment
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| Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment
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| Blast on herbs, shake Serbs with deadly words
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| The pain’s intense like I’m swinging on your nerves
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| Push the trigger, suddenly in brand new clarity
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| Nights like day magnified
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| Three point two time design
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| Combine with steel wind to blow your mind
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| Counter terrorism with precision
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| Armed with smoke bombs to blur your vision like cataracts
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| My green team attacks your format
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| My manifold is combat on wargrounds or on DATs
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| It’s my nature Killarmy legislator
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| Leaving broken arrows in backs of traitors
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| My platoon’s filled with black berets and painted faces
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| High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces
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| Specially trained in rugged terrain grains of the Earth
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| Hot cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst
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| Who came first God or the universe?
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| Uniting energy through my tongue and through the sun
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| War is never pretty
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| But there is something dirty and disturbing about today’s
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| World conflict, because today’s battles are fought with the
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| Dark heart of terrorism
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| Uh, it’s very hard to maintain the emotional and political
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| Zeal that is needed to kill lots of people
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| You been to Shogun’s realm
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| I stand as a military helm
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| Gone on a World War tour
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| I catch a flashback from Iraq
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| That’s when I start terrorizing tracks
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| Killing MC’s with platinum stacks and death wax
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| My torture chamber’s filled with anger
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| The executioner of Lucifer
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| Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur
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| Slashing at your fat jets you do or die
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| Men before parachutes see with wounded eyes
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| I be your war God to the dark side
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| Witness how soldiers fall and die
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| Lives are being lost
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| Around the globe each flashpoint has its own personality
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| A border dispute here, a displaced homeland there
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| A greedy politician or drug lord almost everywhere
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| But whether the location is South America or South Yemen there is a
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| Connection Between many of these struggles
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| They are angry conflicts of desperate people
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| Who feel they have neither the resources nor
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| The clout to fight their enemies at the negotiating table
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| So they take their negotiations to the streets |