Artist: Killarmy Album: Dirty Weaponry Song: Murder Venue Typed by: Tha Masta, 320042425817-0001@t-online.de Chorus 2X: Islord Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel Being pulled out in a sold out concert Niggaz and bitches going berserk Everything is real like blue steel Being pulled out in a sold out concert Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk, going berserk... [Beretta 9] Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought Red dot on the plot, Marksman operating one shot On some pristeen global thirteen magazine Scope rifle with the infra-red beam, check out my leen Mark the skyrise, who one a prize, between your eyes Keep it camouflaged, always disguised We indispensible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensible Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall On some, Born Build, keep your eyes peeled Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wanna get killed Word up [Dom Pachino] Mental repititions, Terrorist expeditions, conditions Teach truth on this mission, break you down with compositions Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your jurisdiction Ain't no intermission, seen it all through preminition Build with my Earth, the knowledge me God In my solar position, sun of man, understand Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence Carry out the Wu-tradition, sharpen my sword Choppin off heads, so play your distance Chorus 2X [9th Prince] Yo, I'm from the hot lavas of the planet Earth Thoughts of Starburst defend the universe I slap the shit out the nurse For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth I'm the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, I spit verbal spears Army of Black Knights, conquerers, killers, guerillas warfare My mind is in a strait jacket, the tongue is a hatchet Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition Face track animations, Masta Killa, pass my the God-U so I could murder Satan 9th Prince is a silent analyzer Hypnotize criticizers to set 'em on fire, then become a terrible tragic Insane off rhyme cocaine, as fierce as drug addicts My mind is clear like the state-of-the-art graphics The laser war, infra-red laws Prince Sadaam has cause to destroy like jaws The high-intellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves [Killa Sin] To see the Gods fall, never that We hold the black metal for golden rap Where the soldiers at, dealing with math We still upon that, killer combat Born the righteous uprising Two flies within the eyes and minds of civilized men Got fake niggaz posing like they Heismen We push through like linemen Sack your quarterback on consignment The key to living life is refinement But knowledge of self, without Allah you ain't never gonna survive this Merciless, onslaught this bra-fourth within you Continue to turn the concerts to murder venues It's all real, always blood spill in that direction Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons Small minds add to hard times of all kinds It's a thin line between the scene of the crime So, don't cross it Chorus 2X Outro: Denver, New Jers, Nahwhatimean? Connecticut, VA, Atlanta Toronto, Arizona We goin Digital China, Japan, London overseas And goin back Killa Sin, the 9th Prince a/k/a Your Royal Highness Yo the Thief from Baghdad