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