Artist: Killarmy f/ Lord Superb
Album:  Fear, Love & War
Song:   The Push
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Beretta 9]
This is for all y'all wannabe militant, camouflaged
Y'all niggas ain't war
Word up, we bout to show you how it's done
(Word up, man)
How to rock the boots (Like this)
The camouflage (Right there, nigga what?)
The guns (The big ones, ayo)

[Beretta 9]
Yo, watch for the Shrapnel admiral
Didn't know ya kid was tactful
My missles whistle at you, splat you
Subtract you, surrender arms, we got you
Bitch scream, fatigues bleed, it's natural
The Army, take out ya frontline, calmly
You like that, tell the cat, the kid's back
And militant, my regiment be 5%
Plus dealin with, killin these tracks
Beretta on attack
This one for my Die Hard niggas, watch ya back
Or wind up in a graveyard in Arlington
Ask the fans, it's the Gods again
And if we got to, then we kill again

[War movie sample]
Through 800, we're makin another push
Get your people together
Lieutenant?
	I got nothin left
Dig a little deeper

[Lord Superb]
Yo
Up all night writin darts
Sniffin the pure, Christmas Eve '99
Reminiscin and shit, 'bout who got hit
Who got bids, who bitches that is
Who got kids and, who sell crack
Who a rapper now, who money he washin
Who is PO? Try to get him locked up but his bitch is CO
And she gon' tell a Captain, she gon' buy him a boat
The Cap will tell the judge, he gon' buy him a goat
The judge will tell the DA, he will buy him some coke
The DA will tell his lawyer that his client can go
And all y'all niggas mad I got the Iron from Ghost
And Chef's still cookin, what you tryin to get roast?
Bobby'll beat that ass, Meth do a show in your coast
And Cappadon' ya, the Masta'll Kill ya
Who fuckin a True Master's fuckin with Power
You fuckin with the Wu, bastards, fuckin with ours
We the most livest, most largest, squadron
Sargeants of Africa, thugs from America
+Live From New York+, straight from Floyd City
All shitty, screamin, "Play more Biggie!"
Hood like you blowin bird, blow more quickly
Still poppin pain that cost $4.50
I ain't know they was young, I just like short bitches

[Islord]
Yo!
You fucked up when you crossed my line
I got the 9, pointed at ya back spine
So feel the heat as I let the lead tear ya meat
Cuz I represent the real niggas from the streets
I'm comin thru blacked down with the phat tre'-pound
Strapped, cocked back
While my right hand man plays a role in the back
With the Mac
So check the murderous art, as I finesse it
And also compose the track like Mozart
Cuz non-descript niggas get finged up
This rap game, it's madly insane
So +Don't Go Against the Grain+
Or get ya life tooken
With ya head chopped off, placed in a plastic bag at Central Booking
Forever dissed

[9th Prince]
Eh-yo
I spit verse that'll bury you +Beneath the Surface+
I'm murderous like voodoo curses
9th Prince forever nervous
Analog niggas is +Short Circuit+
Killa Bee killas the purpose
Guns & Roses, what the Earth is
Musical Apocalypse
Run up in a label, hold the A&R for a hostage
Lyrics of all footage, who's wit it?
Go 'head, spit it
And we the dust mix, we kill shit {*echoes*}

[War movie sample]
The way I see it we've got two choices
We can settle for being slaughtered and pushed tomorrow
Or we can take those tanks out tonight
Either way I'm going to prove it
This is the outcome, if we do it it's just us
Compose the best lines and chant it
You're just another sorry ass patrol
Put the straight from yesterday's diploma session in
	How?
If you want to live we want a brigade with full force
Against the new tanks
{*helicopter sounds*}