Yo wassup dog?
 Seven commandments  knahmean?
 Yo son  with the seven commandments

 Chorus: (6x)
 Yo I'm about the army shit  the raw shit
 The military war hits with gun clips

 [Shogun Assasson]
 Yo  my battleground's where I lounge
 Fightin wars from dusk til dawn
 In the trenches of hell
 There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill
 The planet Earth is the battlefield
 Enemy troops can't come face to face with death
 Black mission caught for cold steel
 The last art drill when I open fire
 Better aim to kill
 As the destruction that I reveal like revelations
 Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations
 You're lost in the nation with no mental vision
 Unseen strikes your vital like precision
 I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition

 [9th Prince]
 I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo
 Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro
 I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers
 Riddlers and Hitlers
 Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures
 Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations
 And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians
 Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back
 Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics
 Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend
 Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven
 The seven commandments
 Metric equivalents
 Meaning many niggas died for pleasures

 [Dom PaChino]
 I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets
 Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile
 Fittin your sides ragged
 Puerto Rican terrorist from the Middle East refusin the mark of the beast
 Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash
 Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life
 Made possible by the mic device
 I slice wieldin a sharp instrument
 Sharpened in the temple of pyramids
 Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant
 It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun
 Dom PaChino madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun

 [Street Life]
 Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born
 My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm
 21st century crime for you being born
 US currency got me itchin my palms
 P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact
 Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass
 I deal with this shit like it's my last
 So to speak what you say son go have a blast
 I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn
 First degree poetry
 Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets
 Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece
 P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets

 [Beretta 9]
 Mentally I be ready, pass the machette
 My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti
 Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty
 It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery
 Goin through the struggle, trials and execution
 This is my solution to this revolution
 Pay close attention, lyrical precision
 My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen
 Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children
 '96 be buildin the stat or be killed in