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