Artist: Killarmy f/ U-God
Album:  Fear, Love & War
Song:   Militant
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Chorus: 9th Prince, (Beretta 9), {U-God}]
Shoot down planes, war games in the black range
with the sniper aim, cuz yo {it's militant}
Phillipine bitches in the black tent
Commando showdown at the main event {it's militant}
We carry hand grenades, Urabs and AK's
Stay troups, muddy boots, bulletproof Lex coups {it's militant}
(2G, Eloheim, sub-machine, 18, magazine
Courage under fire) {We killin shit}

[9th Prince]
Eh yo fatigue G.I. Joe's in armored tanks
American heroes covered with paint
Black and gold like The Saints, commandos got ranked, no blanks
Spill a little Balentine, out canteens cuz half my team got shanked
Cock back the 12-gauge
Shogun's voice is like sonic warfare, you die when you feel the bass
Dressed to Kill, let it play, 6 the hard way
We let off at 47-AK, OK? OK..

[Beretta 9]
Eh yo war's on, Red Dawn, Killarm' be calm
My fleet bomb all year long, surrender arms
Black Napoleon, petroleum, bitch scream, Mongolian
Missle whistle on the approach, send in militia man
Fox hole, Fire ina Hole, licka shot
Slow Y'all roll or you analog niggaz best take a stroll
or wind up in critical, passed out, mobile army
Surgical hospital, last bout niggaz
Last bout niggaz, Beretta on the trigga y'all
How could you figure? Marksman status..

[Chorus]

[Dom Pachino]
Infatuated with war, finger pop glocks
Fuck AK's, make love to M-16's when I step on the scene
with a fat Mac and a fat stack, magazine
Camoflauge kinda swarm green
CREAM from my face up, cadets get laced from the neck up
Taste the blood from my leak cut, you bitch, struck
You weak fuck, Killarmy's the best
Affiliated with the best so there's no contest
and when we launch these missles they're'll be no one left
Terrorist blow smoke, niggaz choke, hold ya breath
and when niggaz lick rounds on the block, where's the ref?

[ShoGun Assason]
Great Scott's, check my diabolical plots
I got a fetish for the fiendish, fuck that drama shit
This be that hit, is murder in the first degree
and death is your penalty, when you try to mimick the army
You become a casualty of World War 3
We come through back to back, every man strapped
Ready to handle that, fleet cocked ready to trigga that
Sonic raps live on stage as the Bastard Swordsman strike back
Lash out an attack, smash through your back
Got a deal, a murder contract
To assassinate your commodore, it's trapped

[Chorus 2X]