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Intro: |
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" you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" |
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" get out of my head" gun shot |
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What, " you feel some pain. . " |
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It' s like this, what, what |
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Check it out, yo |
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shogun assasson |
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This is war niggaz, a duel to the death |
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You better make sure your swords sharp |
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And you got a lyin' heart |
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Cause, i strike for the throat |
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And stab them with a deadly note |
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That pierces the eardrums |
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Those are the equally grym |
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Now you' re stunned |
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Another victim of the shogun |
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A spinal chop to the cerebellum |
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So, go ahead, try to run in advance |
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Cause i stand firm on my warrior stance |
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Ready to be-head you, dead you |
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Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel |
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Because, your rhymes aint punctual |
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My actual or factual, that' s why i verbally attack you |
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islord |
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Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this |
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Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus |
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Towards y' all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz |
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Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit |
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You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone |
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And a spike, cause i don' t like snake niggaz in my eyesight |
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Cause, i' m so agile and so quick to pull |
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My razorblade sharp sword out the case |
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And chop your face, disgrace y' all to another place with |
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No traces left behind, where the body was laid out |
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For the coroners to figure out |
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That it was one swing from the guillotine |
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That decapitated his head from his shoulders |
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" you can' t here me" |
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" get out of my head" |
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beretta 9 |
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Yo, we' re holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire |
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Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire |
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Physical, that left niggaz critical |
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Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable |
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With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned |
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All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine |
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M-m which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman |
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Which chop off your head if you don' t live accordin |
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I sincerely love allah' s mathmatics, camouflage fabrics |
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I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic |
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Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic |
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" soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample |
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" killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample |
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" soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample |
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" killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample |
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" get out of my head" - movie sample |
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" soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample |
| [9th prince] |
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Yo, i' m a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces |
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Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands |
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I murder niggaz wit my bare hands |
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It' s darkness in the wu-caves |
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We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave |
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My pistol has an infer-red, as an eagle |
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Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads |
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I leave mc' s and dj' s on twists at deathbeds |
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Underworld statis, the black knight like latice |
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Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics |
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Beretta 9 the killin' machine |
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Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams |
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Killa sin will kill again with the same knife |
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The thief of bagdad could steal your life |
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Pr terrorist and prince sadaam moves the middle-east region |
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It' s razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly bleedin |
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killa sin |
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Yo, i' m like a landmine, schemin' on air-time |
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Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high |
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For now i amplify sounds of the coliseum down |
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First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown |
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Light brown, deck them down |
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Eyes wide as i recite, beamin' the mic |
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With satellites, tri-state cream |
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To travel right, fleein' the scene |
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Team fights with the livest mc' s |
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So, killarm, strike your moment of silence |
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Live degrees, well you' re eatin' them off |
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That' s the reason why your legion fell off |
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You popped corns wanna be war pawns |
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Once, the war' s on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn |
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Open mic session, bury you |
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Spark a party up, somethin terrible |
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The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable |
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Yo, i' m tellin' you. . . it' s da fuck |
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Outro: various talk over samples |
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" arm make them, killarm' s born man" |
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" you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" |
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" get out of my head" gun shot |
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". . . born man, killarm' s born man" |
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" you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" |
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" get out of my head" |
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" you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" |
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" get out of my head" gun shot |