We are at war with the enemy we can't see
 a brutal conspiracy of assassination
 Kidnappings  bombings  highjackings and mass murders

 (a woman)
 Leave the Girl alone  leave alone!!!

 (reporter)
 There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation  hatred and fear

 (expert)
 Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire

 (reporter)
 it is a worldwar lead by holymen  madmen and millions of disciples
 willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism

 It's time to go to war niggas...
 Get the bulletproof vests niggas...
 word up!!

 chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
 Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)

 Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause
 got high with fly sounds bound the floors
 it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back
 I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!)
 Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain
 get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that
 I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung
 lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume
 brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock
 raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) Spill it to bomb, backglot?
 Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout DA-DA-DAZ
 just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide
 with energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die
 Split yo' vest from yo' test
 My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
 I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
 the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex

 Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
 strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'
 razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital

 I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control
 dead maybe cause for this strategy
 fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated
 so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated
 I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden
 follow the prince of thieves,
 I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler
 It's the price of killin' like Kaine did the first murder

 chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
 Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)

 Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars
 when I attack MC's become B.O.W.'s missin' in action
 Shogun the Assason strikes with rage,
 when I engage with Street Wars,
 when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon'
 too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force
 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes
 My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes
 nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows
 commandoes with empty ammo
 We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff county
 Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes

 chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots
 Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)

 One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam
 a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men

 Climin' uses race from the sun
 Dom PaChino, Madman, Assassin tracks for Shogun