Artist: Cilvaringz f/ 60 Second Assassin, 9th Prince, Blue Raspberry, Shabazz the Disciple
Album:  I
Song:   Valentine Day Massacre
Typed by: Cilvaringz

[Intro: 9th Prince]
Yeah I'm back... Cilvaringz...

[9th Prince]
A yo, unlock the chain, release stress from my brain
You know it’s militant, when we hop on the train
Killarm’s a street gang, Stapleton hang out, no doubt
Street professor with the most clout, show you what it’s about
Mathematics, bitches with a brolic ass
Automatics that cause havoc for fast cash
Let them bark, Allah trademark in the heart
Of young Mozart, swim with tiger sharks
In the wetlands of Shaolin dark arc
A million soldier march, my vocals tear ligaments apart
Crack your bones, stick and stone, black Al Capone
Torture microphone, broke many barriers but still the unknown
With the Desert Eagle chrome, war poems,
My home is built, like the prince of Egypt throne
We can take it back to ‘Soldiers Of Darkness’
When Madman was heartless, Killarm squadron!
 
[60 Second Assassin]
Biochemical theory, you get thrown in the maze of court and jury
The psychopath, chief of the war clout, war path
Whooping up his ass, hold up this world like Atlas
Incardinating styles you can call
The death tribe, dope but I flinch
Of the eye brow, I’ll be sensing the crack of a smile
Alright go head go and play wild child
Enter the Pow Wow in the stance of a bow
Because you foul you should be stripped of your gown
Mutilated, maimed, shipped out
What the fuck you done tripped out
Miscounts, 60 Second count the amount
You seem to lost your whereabouts, thereabout
Are ye around my house? Every second stake out
Trying to break out, get knocked about!
52 blocks on the house

[Chorus: Blue Raspberry]
Killers, it ain’t no way you can run to
Killers, damn sure ain’t no way that you can hide (nowhere to hide)
Killers, Valentine’s, Valentine’s Day Massacre.

[Cilvaringz]
I spent years trying to follow what were words of men
Allah’s book given to me but ignored instead
Catching dust on the side of my bed, God forgive me
God forgive me how ignorantly
I lived; I give myself to Your mercy
Oh Lord….. it hurts me…
Blessed with a view of the world before 30
And razors in the mouth like Birdie
See God is mighty, in all of the things He knew
So He wrote the verse in 33:62
That’s why I fight against the Sunna of the Ummah
And brew a, spark to the heart for The Ruler, The King,
Your Mullah, he speaks of these things incorrectly
For the Qu’ran states Allah’s word directly
Always exactly, nothing neglected
Perfected for clear understanding, so check it.

[Shabazz the Disciple]
This be the sixteen bar rosary reading of the unholy heathen
Your soul will be leaving, you be needing them roses and eating
death bed pillowed, watch your silhouette as you rose in the evening
Inhale the gospel too deep, your brain and your nose will be bleeding
Impale her, up side down cruciform’s how I nail you
Cremate your fucking flesh to ashes, then inhale you
Dark angel of death, sent in to strangle the breath
Got you entangled in a hell rectangle on angles of death
Blow the spirit out the back of your head, extract the seven ghosts
Summons your ass back from the dead, rapture of heaven’s host
Sentence the wages for your sin days
Have the priest putting your ashes on their foreheads on Ash Wednesdays
Beloved laying with their soul risen smothered with dirt
Mother praying from the cold vision as he hovers the earth
The ceremony at the cathedral, will be evil for those listening
February 14th, all behold the bloody Christening.
 
[Chorus]

[Blue Raspberry]
Valentine’s Day Massacre…
No way you can hide…
There’s no avoiding, no!
The massacre, the massacre, massacre…
Valentine’s Day Massacre