Song Lyrics
Then send them home to your peoples so they can zone, killarmy gonna represent this shit, my tongue is symbolic to an axe
Like my phalanges rip the microphone when i recite a war poem, read the east coast historian as you oppose this
you get trapped inside my rap coils
Word up keep your sword up son, get out of here Killarmy, swing it brothers swing
Hot rhythms stimulate me, we re sending a rocket to your prison, i be splitting shit like moses
peace to big cream and supreme
You either get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut, you crash dummies show respect when the gods is coming through
High octane let it drain upon the shaolin soil, with the wisdom for dynamical professor
Puerto rican mobster in camouflage, don t stop to diddle daddle, high octane let it drain upon the shaolin soil
Like camouflage vinyl in the force of delta, stimulate the brain cells
My brain s energetic ultramagnetic synthetic burn like oil, my nigga high style, get out of here
Ryker s island, it s a killarmy espionage, come on swing me boy
Then celebrate with guns n roses, caught you bubbling like a cold sore the money coming in
Yo killarmy bounty killers, allah the soldier struck and through the cut i walk and hold you up Swords, i sit upon my throne and chop off domes
You get trapped inside my rap coils, deep rhythm captivates me, now come against the consequence of the 9th prince
swing it brothers swing
read the east coast historian as you oppose this
Stalking through the monitor, allah the soldier struck and through the cut i walk and hold you up, my nigga islord still locked down in the jungle
Taking y all to another war ground, upstate for real
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up, like camouflage vinyl in the force of delta, i turn soundtracks into startracks
Then celebrate with guns n roses, hot rhythms stimulate me Swords, swing it brothers swing
juggling the church and street life you got me wondering
rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up
stimulate the brain cells
It s real god, i captured your mind put in isolation
You dealing with a madman s profession so choose your weapon, you dealing with a madman s profession so choose your weapon
I captured your mind put in isolation, like my phalanges rip the microphone when i recite a war poem Killarmy, shells up through your liver
I captured your mind put in isolation, my nigga islord still locked down in the jungle, swing it brothers swing
then send them home to your peoples so they can zone
Word up to the last soldiers, i sit upon my throne and chop off domes
Now come against the consequence of the 9th prince, try to flip it on the strength of your wiz and let you slide
to all the soldiers in all the fifty two planets
Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles, stalking through the monitor
come on swing me boy
then celebrate with guns n roses
Stimulate the brain cells, shells up through your liver Swinging, caught you bubbling like a cold sore the money coming in
Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles, read the east coast historian as you oppose this