(reporter)
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...
