[fanfare]



[Hook x3.5: Islord]

Ladies and gentlemen you about to see

The flyest MC's, just rippin ya M-I-C



[Killa Sin]

Eh-yo, we come from gun cockers, rock the guzzle and

Pop a couple and bop the opposite the coppers runnin in

Rooftop binocular, why's they keep hoverin?

Somehow, someway, you know they comin, kid

Duck from the po-9, blast 30 rounds for my comrades

Cocktail bomb, my Killarm' rag'll launch that

Complex, gin X intellect, intercept the mic with an inner-step

Smash like a rental wreck, young gun but been a vet

Walk North, mini Tec talk to ya sawed off, mine blow ya balls off

Worldwide from one small asylum, Staten Island

Where the crime round-up rises like waves when homicide hits



[P.R. Terrorist]

Visualize whats on my mind one time

If it's not crime, it's teachin the deaf, dumb and the blind

How to be refined, not once, but two times

Mind and matter, who's beats are fatter

Who's lyrical treats of data, one more step to complete the latter

Press delete, pull out the heat, the beef'll splatter

Increase the static with the peace, cuz all I see is the beast

Tryin to take my beauty, lock and load the Uzi

Terrorist: The Movie, not for ya child to see

Blue Steel part 2, Killarmy part 3

Puerto Rican little nigga on the M-I-C

Reppin Nueva York seriously, Dom P is like a bully

When my raps come out they rock hoodies [echoes]



[bullets firing]



[Chorus x2: Killa Sin]

Eh yo, whatever we want we gon' take it

See we could build it up or we could break it

We leave 'em shooken up bad like when a quake hit [x2]



[Beretta 9]

We bomb aerial, material, 1 shot scenario

Killarm' battalion stage show, 4 Sho Sho

You want war? Machine gun tour, these shots inform

Ya door black, they knockin and all that

Surprise, slugs murderize, empor'ize, widow wise

Penalize, those who didn't criticize us, what fun, let it slide

Caramel, Ginko thoughts, knowledge twice, yo

I'm nice, salute me, bust my joint, aim precise

While you shoot G, fuck that shit

Second guess us, murder 1, return yo' shit



[9th Prince]

Eh-yo, fresh out the P-Now, Allah with C now

Move the crowd, 40 thou' is how the kid get down

Locked down in the pen, it makes assassins

Bloods and Crips, Puerto Ricans and Italians

We all top billin in a cell, straight Hell

Nobody made bail, watch for the 3rd rail

Life's no joke, chill loc, kid already got his nose broke

Oh that's Duke from Killarm', yo

CO's swallowin my notes, make moves or let ya body float

9th Prince with the roller coaster flow

Eh-yo, I'm ghost {*echoes*}



[Chorus x2]



[bullets flying]



[sampled singer]

Ohh-ohh.. ohh-ohh [x3]



[War movie sample]

Come on, men, let's go!

Do you see the spirit of these men?

Do you see the new spirit?

Why do you wanna take advantage of that before

somethin happens to zap their strength?

Damn these battalion relieved in

In a defeat, or even, to have it reenforced with

troubles from the reserve regiment

If we were stalled before reachin the top

Jesus Christ, that takes a Hell of a lot more than I can stand!

I've waited all my life for this!