Artist: Killarmy Album: Dirty Weaponry Song: Pain Typed by: Tha Masta [sample from Spawn] "You feel some pain, but I'm known, you could hear me" "Get out of my head!" {*shotgun shot*} "You feel some pain.." [ShoGun Assason] Get off my sword Fuck y'all niggaz What? What? It's like this (it's deadly) What? what? Check it out, yo This is war niggaz, a duel to the death You better make sure your swords sharp And you got a lion heart Cause, I strike for the throat And stab them with a deadly note That pierces the eardrums Those are the equilibrium Now you're stunned Another victim of the ShoGun A spinal chop to the cerebellum So, go ahead, try to run in advance Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance Ready to be-head you, dead you Rid your body of a soul and make it an empty vessel Because, your rhymes aint punctual Not actual, factual, that's why I verbally attack you [Islord] Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to pull My razorblade sharp sword out the case And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with No traces left behind, where the body was laid out For the coroners to figure out That it was one swing from the guillotine That decapitated his head from his shoulders [sample from Spawn] "You could hear me" "Get outta my head!" [Beretta 9] Yo, behold this rapid fire that make gunmen retire Or pristeens slugs that penetrated your entire Physical, that left niggaz critical Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned As self, all else will be dealt with by the nine M-M which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin I Sincerely Love Allah's Mathematics, camouflage fabrics I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic "Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" -> Killa Sin "Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" -> Islord "Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" -> Killa Sin "Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" -> Islord "Get out of my head!" -> Spawn "Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" -> Killa Sin [9th Prince] Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like Steve Austin Seventh horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands I murder niggaz wit my bare hands It's darkness in the wu-caves We hang crusaders, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave My pistol has an infer-red Desert Eagle Motor with lead, blast the brains out of apple heads I leave MC's and DJ's on twists at deathbeds Underworld status, the Black Knight like Gladys Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like Galactics Beretta 9 the killin' machine ShoGun Assason is that nigga that'll chases you in your dreams Killa Sin will kill again with the same knife The thief of Bagdad could steal your life P.R. Terrorist and Prince Sadaam moves the middle-east region It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly bleedin [Killa Sin] Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time Creeping on a standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high From Now-Y amplify sounds, shut a coliseum down First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown Light brown, deck them down Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic LIKE satellites, tri-state cream To travel right, fleein' the scene Team fights with the livest MC's So, Killarm, strike your moment of silence Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off That's the reason why your legion fell off You popped corns wanna be war pawns Once, the war's on, and Al Pachino won the last of Red Dawn Open mic session, bury you Spark a party up, somethin terrible The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable Yo, I'm tellin' you... [ShoGun Assason] Give a fuck, give a fuck Get off our swords Give a man, here my ink nigga Stop eatin, niggaz be bitin our shit You know where they come from The militant come from our soul It's all in the mind "Arm make them, Killarm's born man" -> Beretta 9 "You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't hear me" -> Spawn "Get out of my head" {*shotgun shot*} -> Spawn "...born man, Killarm's born man" -> Beretta 9 [sample from Spawn] "You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me" "Get out of my head" "You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me" "Get out of my head" *shotgun shot* [War movie sample] "Sir, but I could never hold back and fight I'm just like you"