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