| «What is your style and what is your Clan?»
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| «The soldier, and uses military style.»
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| «Oh? |
| So there may be a war.»
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| Universal soldiers
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| Yo, yo
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| Automatically I reign supreme, laser beam tracks and graze your brain
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| Hit your spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean
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| Find a lies, cries, complies
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| Close your eyes soldier’s lies
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| Look beyond the skies though the soul roll with pride
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| A few brave unmilitant names who misbehave
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| Killarmy style rushin the stage in jiggy waves
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| The Killa Bee ministry forms another industry
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| Physically recoffin and killin any savage mentally
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| Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the masses
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| Prolly find them bastards in gaseous regiment
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| For stampedin in all illified elements
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| Universal soldiers, combine the sacred seven men
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| In the industries enemies tryin to diminish me
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| Finish me, mercenaries go on a killin spree
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| The art of war, plannin a siege is risky
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| Like an armed struggle, shots flingin doubles and they missed me
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| Cause I’m immune to tight situations
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| Manuverin is my formation to different locations
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| If I get caught then I been gotten
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| That means the plan I was plottin wasn’t stable
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| I gotta go back to the drawing table
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| And start from scratch rearranging the whole map
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| Changin the blueprints, make sure no one’s been tapped
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| In fact son, that must’ve been the problem
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| Take the horns off the hook, we gonna do this deal solemn
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| In us we trust and when the narcs came and rushed
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| Ain’t no time to discuss, grab our God jewels and bust
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| Cause I roll with the unit, 360 degrees
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| Tight like an ovary, ain’t no more casualties
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| Bein reputed, we sever reign undisputed
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| Yo kill to protect and arm myself with intellect
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| Life is on edge cause I serve at the dude in the army
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| I come with the New Wu Order and documented notes
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| The battlesite, planet Earth, stabbin niggas quotes
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| Attack the wilderness like a virus
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| Planted with no anidotes
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| There is no immunity
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| Wagin war on the devil’s community
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| Zero in and I catch a vision
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| I see a valley of men castin weight on those who did sins
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| 19 million strong, appear in your atmosphere in military gear
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| Camouflaged commandos, outlaws, desperados take the world by storm
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| Operation come and attack Devil City
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| Seek and destroy illumination
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| The worship of light, skull and bones was the devil’s hope
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| Twelve whipped cardinals and one pope
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| Yo Arabian knights Killarmy left on the battlefield
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| Warfare’s revealed
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| Soldiers sport navy seals for pella fighter in armored jet planes
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| I burn hotter than propane
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| Army suit is stained with bloodstains from soldier’s remains
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| The Red Army, movin across the desert on camels and black horses
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| Camouflaged fortress, four horsemen blowin shit out of proportion
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| I’m trapped in a line of fire, all our desires be inside the empire
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| Rhymes are sharp like barbed wires
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| Vocal shit the air like skydivers
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| On gunpowder rains like April showers
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| Camouflaged pillow with skies in Range Rovers
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| Soulful soldier soul controller
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| I kill Jehovah left the sash as closure
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| Casualties of wars
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| Battlegrounds ruled by lords armed with swords
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| I meditate seven miles away from Kuwait
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| Where water runs dry through rivers and fountains
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| On weekends catch me collectin heads at the Caucus Mountains |