Yeah  word up
 One time  one time
 Killarmy  Killarmy
 Beretta 9  Killa Sin  Dom Pachino  word up
 Shogun the Assasson  all is fair in love and war
 Yo  the saga carries on  word up  military time
 I got a long time (?) for slugs thug life tricks
 And pit fights jet black acts with fat ass kicks
 That's the shit right
 We jettin' to the roof for the tre duce
 Aimed at Jesus  residentials that let loose at spent shells
 We share a giggle and a Heineken
 We sitting on the corner with my niggas yelling
 Killa kick the rhyme again
 Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns
 Bombing they brain cells like herb
 Words attacking like a German hound
 We spark a freestyle session
 With a beef and forks (?) collection
 Full moon yeah kid no question
 Yo the cipher's over now par bay (?) and star play
 Ring around the hosey and mosey
 Down to Tarjay for Marge-ay
 Crazy dick bitch who suck dick
 On the down with his sheisty ass click from tre pound clown
 This is an ordinary day around my way
 When niggas spray shots, killer straight shots, and hit up gay cops

 

 I attack shit move with your shots call the medic
 Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic
 Nightmares visions of death
 Catch a flashback
 This gunfire out of control I'm getting sent back
 Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo
 In enough shit to bury Rambo
 I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp
 Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead
 Adrenalin (?) cats be amped up for action
 Going to war no time for relaxing
 Fists or handguns it doesn't make a difference
 Adjusts my sights and starts (?) become relentless
 Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment
 Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment
 Blast on herds, shake Serbs with deadly words
 The pain's intense like I'm swinging on your nerves

 

 Push the trigger
 Suddenly it bring you clarity
 Nights like day magnified
 Three point two time design
 Combine with steel wind to blow your mind
 Counter terrorism with precision
 Armed with smoke bombs to blow your vision like cataracts
 My green team attacks your format
 My manifold is combat
 On wargrounds or on DATs
 It's my nature Killarmy legislator
 Leavingi broken arrows in backs of traitors
 My platoon's filled with black berets and painted faces
 High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces
 Specially trained in rugged terrain grains of the Earth
 Hot cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst
 Who came first God or the universe
 Uniting energy through my tongue and through the sun

 
 War is never pretty
 But there is something dirty and disturbing about today's
 world conflict, because today's battles are fought with the
 dark heart of terrorism

 
 Uh, it's very hard to maintain the emotional and political
 zeal that is needed to kill lots of people

 

 You been to Shogun's realm
 I stand as a military helm
 Gone on a World War tour
 I catch a flashback from Iraq
 That's when I start terrorizing tracks
 Killing MC's with platinum stacks and death wax
 My torture chamber's filled with anger
 The executioner of Lucifer
 Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur
 Slashing at your fat jets you do or die
 Men before parachutes see with wounded eyes
 I be your war God to the dark side
 Witness how soldiers fall and die

 
 Lives are being lost
 Around the globe each flashpoint has its own personality
 A border dispute here, a displaced homeland there
 a greedy politician or drug lord almost everywhere
 But whether the location is South America or South Yemen there is a
 connection Between many of these struggles
 They are angry conflicts of desparate people
 who feel they have neither the resources nor
 the clout to fight their enemies at the negotiating table
 So they take their negotiations to the streets