Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Face, 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
War Face |
«Why did you join my beloved core?» |
«Sir, to kill sir!» |
«So you’re a killer?» |
«Sir yes sir!» |
«Let me see your war face.» |
«Sir?» |
«You got a war face? |
Aaaahhh! |
That’s war face now let me see your war face.» |
«Aaaaahhhh!!» |
«Bullshit, you didn’t convince me. |
Let me see your real war face.» |
«AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!» |
«You don’t scare me, work on it!» |
Yeah |
Where the fuck is your war face son? |
(Burning season niggas) |
Killarmy |
(It's not safe no more nigga) |
Yo I wanna see your war face |
Soldier where’s your war face? |
Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates |
Yo, yo yo yo |
Check the Killarmy |
We go to war like tomahawks and Indians |
From the wilderness of our villages |
Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress |
To build up my heritage |
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed |
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab |
That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in Manhatten cabs |
Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves |
That damage the earways for centuries and decades |
I be a renegade through rainy days |
I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars |
Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark |
Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart |
A rhymin alcoholic, I’m bad for your liver |
Unidentified corpse’s thrown in the Ohio River |
I’m psychotic in the tropic |
Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics |
Killarmy be runnin train on Bobby Steels' tracks |
Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax |
Here’s the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones |
The black Hitler, killer riddler breakin bones |
Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast |
My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays |
My forte is of a higher rank like sensei |
Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement |
Searchin crevaces for a wise man’s testament |
Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin |
Against I but stimulate ya of life and matter |
Cloak and dagger, first I gag ya then stab ya |
The apprehender, plus I move like a ninja |
No retreat and no surrender |
My war agenda |
Live via satellite, soldiers with mics |
Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords |
Killarmy militant warlords |
Military war slang who’s to blame |
Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan |
For the blacks and the tans |
Decrease the population of the rhythm nation |
By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source |
To the force I bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots |
Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights |
Like boo took all the shells from automatics |
Strategic tactics |
Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines |
I strike on universal fish, I’m out the clear mist |
Relentless, beat a nigga senseless |
Niggas best to witness |
At how I gets to business, soldier from the trenches |
My offense be my defense with military sequence |
Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember |
Camouflage avenger, Killarmy nigga |
Surrender your garments and your legal tender |
Fatigued ninja with silent triggers |
Yo, I crack chest cavities |
Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed |
Gat’ll squeeze, it’s a merciless form of my formalities |
I locked down south with hip hop doses of death |
Within my breath that I drop to make your heart stop |
You can’t cope with this vocal dope that’ll corrode your throat |
Yet alone make a local choke |
I strip niggas of they manhood because I’m no damn good |
And roll with a Killa Wu Clan in the hoods |
Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols |
Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th Disciple |
Stifle enemies, come test |
Twenty one in your chest |
Killa blessed em with a bloody vest |