Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wu-Renegades, 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
Wu-Renegades |
For security reasons I am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed |
location; |
because the subject of tonight’s American expose is terrorism. |
(Killarmy in this motherfucker) |
Intro/Chorus: |
Yo, Killarmy, we the last armaggedeon |
Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin |
In the streets, or in the sand war is on Now aside nigga here comes the pride |
Verse One: |
You can’t persuade this brigade Killarmy renegade |
on this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade |
Drill more heat than Black Suede, I’m the sun |
beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found |
All you hear is the unreknowned sound |
that makes your eardrum pound, you can’t avoid it It been exploited in your district |
The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics |
They criticize while I revise my enterprise |
Do the knowledge and you’ll be surprised |
?Generalize and currency alive? |
while strong soldiers build with boulders |
Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight |
Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate |
Then motivate, now I’m out of state, usin my Papermate |
to penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to The Crimson Tide that I provide, I dedicate |
my life to my poetry, if it’s meant to be then let it be It’s only right I’m out for the night, my life’s a legacy |
Verse Two: |
Yo, it’s like I remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props |
From knockin rocks on the block? |
to chop the fat priced and jock? |
I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight |
We march across the Golden Gate Bridge |
My mind is in the solider state |
Forever real, troops’ll never squeal, so my Beretta’s peel |
leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily |
I’m pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan Lands |
Now my Clan’s doin tours in Japan and San Fran-cisco |
liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols |
and keep my block hot like burnin Crisco |
Wu-Renegades, deadly switchblades |
Verse Three: |
Check it out, yo, yo Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades |
at United Snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy |
Build controversy, then perform surgery |
Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle |
Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle |
like Egyptians did, I perform inside pyramids |
Wu-Tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist |
for today’s Genesis, surrender |
Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas |
Supreme marine I move in submarines |
Anti-murderer, stage burgaler |
Rugged rhyme? |
asserter-er, with the righteous crutches? |
Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, Destructicons |
Best to kill or camouflage, Desert Storm |
On the battle before I lost a arm |
Held on to my sword took both hands like Voltron |
Like the master who’s imperial, king of the scenario |
To all my universal soldiers, salute the general |
Verse Four: |
I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical |
Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible |
My name is Born God Allah, King of North America |
On a ship I was stripped of my knowledge and wits |
Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties |
Off with your dome I roam through your war zone with a platoon |
full of soldiers with dust bones |
Ain’t nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit |
Tie you up with your barracks |
With heat-seeking lyrics and my? |
royal friends from the tribe of Indians? |
I break down your physical change it to a chemical |
you cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original |
Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |