Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Militant, artist - KIllarmy. Date of issue: 10.09.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Militant |
| Shoot down planes, war games, in the black Range |
| With the snipe for aim cuz yo (it's militant) |
| Phillipine bitches in the black tint, commando |
| Showdown at the main event (it's militant) |
| We carry hand grenades, ooh-ahhs, and AK’s |
| They troops, muddy boots, bulletproof Lex coupes (it's militant) |
| Two G, Eloheem, submachine |
| AT magazines, courage under fire (we killin shit) |
| Aiyyo fatigue, G.I.Joe's in armored tanks |
| American heroes covered with paint, black and gold like the Saints |
| Commandoes got rank, no blanks |
| Spill (?) Valentine, Afghan tinges at my team gun shank |
| I rack the 12 gauge, Shogun voices like sonic warfare |
| You die when you feel the bass, you dressed to kill |
| Let it play Six the Hard Way — we let off like 47 AK’s |
| Okay, okay? |
| Yo, walls all red don, Killa-Arm recon |
| Our fleet bomb, all year long, surrender arms |
| Black Napoleon, petroleum, blitzkreig Mongolian |
| Missle whistle on the approach, sendin militiamen |
| Foxhole, fire in the hole, lick a shot slow |
| Y’all know, y’all analog niggas best take a stroll |
| Or wind up in critical — passed out, mobile army |
| Surgical hospital, last bout niggas, last bout niggas |
| Beretta on the trigger y’all — how could you figure?! |
| Marksman status |
| Evacuate the war, finger pop Glocks, fuck AK’s |
| Make love to M-16's, when I step on the scene |
| With a fat mack and a fat stack, magazine |
| Camoflauge kinda swamp green |
| Cream for my face, cadets get laced from the neck up |
| Taste the blood from a leaf cut, you been struck |
| You weak fuck, Killarmy’s the best |
| Affiliated with the best, so there’s no contest |
| And when we launch these missles they be no one left |
| Terrorists, blow smoke niggas choke, hold ya breath |
| And went, niggas lay rounds on the block where’s the ref? |
| Great scott, check my diabolical plots |
| I got a fetish for the fiendish, fuck the drama shit this be that hit |
| This murder in the first degree, and death be your penalty |
| When you try to mimic the army |
| You become a casualty of World War Three |
| We come through back to back, every man strapped, ready to handle that |
| Pre-cocked, ready to trigger that |
| Sauna raps, live on stage, at the Basker’s, swordsman strike back |
| Lash out on attack, slash through ya back |
| Got a deal, a murder contract, to assassinate ya calmly on this track |