歌曲 | War Face |
歌手 | Killarmy |
专辑 | Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Alexander, Diggs, Grant ... | |
"why did you join my beloved core?" | |
"sir, to kill sir!" | |
"so you're a killer?" | |
"sir yes sir!" | |
"let me see your war face." | |
"sir?" | |
"you got a war face? aaaahhh! that's war face now let me see your war face." | |
"aaaaahhhh!!" | |
"bullshit, you didn't convince me. let me see your real war face." | |
"aaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhh!!!!!!" | |
"you don't scare me, work on it!" | |
Yeah | |
Where the fuck is your war face son? | |
(burning season niggas) | |
Killarmy | |
(it's not safe no more nigga) | |
Chorus: (2x) | |
Yo i wanna see your war face | |
Soldier where's your war face? | |
Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates | |
[9th prince] | |
Yo, yo yo yo | |
Check the killarmy | |
We go to war like tomahawks and indians | |
From the wilderness of our villages | |
Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress | |
To build up my heritage | |
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed | |
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab | |
That drive niggas crazy like arabs in manhatten cabs | |
Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves | |
That damage the earways for centuries and decades | |
I be a renegade through rainy days | |
I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars | |
Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark | |
Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart | |
A rhymin alcoholic, i'm bad for your liver | |
Unidentified corpse's thrown in the ohio river | |
I'm psychotic in the tropic | |
Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics | |
Killarmy be runnin train on bobby steels' tracks | |
Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax | |
Chorus | |
[shogun assasson] | |
Here's the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones | |
The black hitler, killer riddler breakin bones | |
Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast | |
My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays | |
My forte is of a higher rank like sensei | |
Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement | |
Searchin crevaces for a wise man's testament | |
Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin | |
Against i but stimulate ya of life and matter | |
Cloak and dagger, first i gag ya then stab ya | |
The apprehender, plus i move like a ninja | |
No retreat and no surrender | |
My war agenda | |
[cloud 9] | |
Live via satellite, soldiers with mics | |
Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords | |
Killarmy militant warlords | |
Military war slang who's to blame | |
Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan | |
For the blacks and the tans | |
Decrease the population of the rhythm nation | |
By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source | |
To the force i bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots | |
Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights | |
Like boo took all the shells from automatics | |
Strategic tactics | |
Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines | |
[beretta 9] | |
I strike on universal fish, i'm out the clear mist | |
Relentless, beat a nigga senseless | |
Niggas best to witness | |
At how i gets to business, soldier from the trenches | |
My offense be my defense with military sequence | |
Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember | |
Camouflage avenger, killarmy nigga | |
Surrender your garments and your legal tender | |
Fatigued ninja with silent triggers | |
Chorus (2x) | |
[killa sin] | |
Yo, i crack chest cavities | |
Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed | |
Gat'll squeeze, it's a merciless form of my formalities | |
I locked down south with hip hop doses of death | |
Within my breath that i drop to make your heart stop | |
You can't cope with this vocal dope that'll corrode your throat | |
Yet alone make a local choke | |
I strip niggas of they manhood because i'm no damn good | |
And roll with a killa wu clan in the hoods | |
Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols | |
Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th disciple | |
Stifle enemies, come test | |
Twenty one in your chest | |
Killa blessed em with a bloody vest | |
Chorus (2x) |
zuo qu : Alexander, Diggs, Grant ... | |
" why did you join my beloved core?" | |
" sir, to kill sir!" | |
" so you' re a killer?" | |
" sir yes sir!" | |
" let me see your war face." | |
" sir?" | |
" you got a war face? aaaahhh! that' s war face now let me see your war face." | |
" aaaaahhhh!!" | |
" bullshit, you didn' t convince me. let me see your real war face." | |
" aaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhh!!!!!!" | |
" you don' t scare me, work on it!" | |
Yeah | |
Where the fuck is your war face son? | |
burning season niggas | |
Killarmy | |
it' s not safe no more nigga | |
Chorus: 2x | |
Yo i wanna see your war face | |
Soldier where' s your war face? | |
Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates | |
[9th prince] | |
Yo, yo yo yo | |
Check the killarmy | |
We go to war like tomahawks and indians | |
From the wilderness of our villages | |
Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress | |
To build up my heritage | |
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed | |
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab | |
That drive niggas crazy like arabs in manhatten cabs | |
Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves | |
That damage the earways for centuries and decades | |
I be a renegade through rainy days | |
I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars | |
Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark | |
Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart | |
A rhymin alcoholic, i' m bad for your liver | |
Unidentified corpse' s thrown in the ohio river | |
I' m psychotic in the tropic | |
Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics | |
Killarmy be runnin train on bobby steels' tracks | |
Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax | |
Chorus | |
shogun assasson | |
Here' s the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones | |
The black hitler, killer riddler breakin bones | |
Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast | |
My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays | |
My forte is of a higher rank like sensei | |
Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement | |
Searchin crevaces for a wise man' s testament | |
Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin | |
Against i but stimulate ya of life and matter | |
Cloak and dagger, first i gag ya then stab ya | |
The apprehender, plus i move like a ninja | |
No retreat and no surrender | |
My war agenda | |
cloud 9 | |
Live via satellite, soldiers with mics | |
Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords | |
Killarmy militant warlords | |
Military war slang who' s to blame | |
Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan | |
For the blacks and the tans | |
Decrease the population of the rhythm nation | |
By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source | |
To the force i bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots | |
Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights | |
Like boo took all the shells from automatics | |
Strategic tactics | |
Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines | |
beretta 9 | |
I strike on universal fish, i' m out the clear mist | |
Relentless, beat a nigga senseless | |
Niggas best to witness | |
At how i gets to business, soldier from the trenches | |
My offense be my defense with military sequence | |
Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember | |
Camouflage avenger, killarmy nigga | |
Surrender your garments and your legal tender | |
Fatigued ninja with silent triggers | |
Chorus 2x | |
killa sin | |
Yo, i crack chest cavities | |
Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed | |
Gat' ll squeeze, it' s a merciless form of my formalities | |
I locked down south with hip hop doses of death | |
Within my breath that i drop to make your heart stop | |
You can' t cope with this vocal dope that' ll corrode your throat | |
Yet alone make a local choke | |
I strip niggas of they manhood because i' m no damn good | |
And roll with a killa wu clan in the hoods | |
Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols | |
Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th disciple | |
Stifle enemies, come test | |
Twenty one in your chest | |
Killa blessed em with a bloody vest | |
Chorus 2x |
zuò qǔ : Alexander, Diggs, Grant ... | |
" why did you join my beloved core?" | |
" sir, to kill sir!" | |
" so you' re a killer?" | |
" sir yes sir!" | |
" let me see your war face." | |
" sir?" | |
" you got a war face? aaaahhh! that' s war face now let me see your war face." | |
" aaaaahhhh!!" | |
" bullshit, you didn' t convince me. let me see your real war face." | |
" aaaaaaaarrrrrhhhhhhh!!!!!!" | |
" you don' t scare me, work on it!" | |
Yeah | |
Where the fuck is your war face son? | |
burning season niggas | |
Killarmy | |
it' s not safe no more nigga | |
Chorus: 2x | |
Yo i wanna see your war face | |
Soldier where' s your war face? | |
Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates | |
[9th prince] | |
Yo, yo yo yo | |
Check the killarmy | |
We go to war like tomahawks and indians | |
From the wilderness of our villages | |
Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress | |
To build up my heritage | |
Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed | |
Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab | |
That drive niggas crazy like arabs in manhatten cabs | |
Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves | |
That damage the earways for centuries and decades | |
I be a renegade through rainy days | |
I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars | |
Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark | |
Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart | |
A rhymin alcoholic, i' m bad for your liver | |
Unidentified corpse' s thrown in the ohio river | |
I' m psychotic in the tropic | |
Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics | |
Killarmy be runnin train on bobby steels' tracks | |
Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax | |
Chorus | |
shogun assasson | |
Here' s the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones | |
The black hitler, killer riddler breakin bones | |
Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast | |
My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays | |
My forte is of a higher rank like sensei | |
Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement | |
Searchin crevaces for a wise man' s testament | |
Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin | |
Against i but stimulate ya of life and matter | |
Cloak and dagger, first i gag ya then stab ya | |
The apprehender, plus i move like a ninja | |
No retreat and no surrender | |
My war agenda | |
cloud 9 | |
Live via satellite, soldiers with mics | |
Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords | |
Killarmy militant warlords | |
Military war slang who' s to blame | |
Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan | |
For the blacks and the tans | |
Decrease the population of the rhythm nation | |
By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source | |
To the force i bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots | |
Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights | |
Like boo took all the shells from automatics | |
Strategic tactics | |
Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines | |
beretta 9 | |
I strike on universal fish, i' m out the clear mist | |
Relentless, beat a nigga senseless | |
Niggas best to witness | |
At how i gets to business, soldier from the trenches | |
My offense be my defense with military sequence | |
Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember | |
Camouflage avenger, killarmy nigga | |
Surrender your garments and your legal tender | |
Fatigued ninja with silent triggers | |
Chorus 2x | |
killa sin | |
Yo, i crack chest cavities | |
Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed | |
Gat' ll squeeze, it' s a merciless form of my formalities | |
I locked down south with hip hop doses of death | |
Within my breath that i drop to make your heart stop | |
You can' t cope with this vocal dope that' ll corrode your throat | |
Yet alone make a local choke | |
I strip niggas of they manhood because i' m no damn good | |
And roll with a killa wu clan in the hoods | |
Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols | |
Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th disciple | |
Stifle enemies, come test | |
Twenty one in your chest | |
Killa blessed em with a bloody vest | |
Chorus 2x |