Artist: Killarmy f/ Polite
Album:  Fear, Love & War
Song:   The Rule
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Yeah, yeah
Terrorist, Killarm'
Yeah, my squad
What the deal?
Killa Sin, ShoGun the Assason
You know my chamber
4th Disciple, 9th Prince
Beretta 9, yeah, Islord
Yo, yo..

[Dom Pachino]
What's the deal, black man? What's that in ya hand?
What you tryin to sell? Is that supposed to be a gram?
Understand, I'm through with the white shit, now I write shit
Go in a booth and recite shit, hype shit
Uh, tight shit, dynamite shit
Make Benjamin Franklin wanna fly a kite shit
Ripe shit, every time I recite shit
Ignite shit, make the Sun shine bright and shit
Explosive, have ya best friend notice I'm potent
So nasty, that ya Mom Dukes wouldn't condone it
Automatic, no static like a Digital component
The mic I boned it, love-love and then we zoned it
I'm back, Puerto Rican man from the Stat'
It's just an Island, but put my whole team on the map
We universal, geographical, the beat is hurtin you
Closin in, on ya weak ass, made for a certain few
Who know, look, listen, observe and understand Wu
Damn you, ignorant nigga, I have to can you
Lift you from the Earth, crush then body-slam you
Keepin playin with the cards you were dealt cuz life's a gamble

[Polite]
Eh-yo..
The only thing we promised in this life is death
I'ma die for some get high or one in my chest
Stay icy no matter what block I'm on
See me hoppin out the whip with my boxers on
I'm a part-time rapper, full-time criminal
Get rid of you, robbin you cats is like a ritual
I'm here now, niggas ain't servin me
Y'all better of tryin to murder me cuz y'all can't handle me verbally
Treat to society, got the Feds eyein me
Blood's gon' shed if you faggots keep tryin me
It's war, dick, throw the 4 in ya dog's face
And blow the feathers out his mothafuckin NorthFace
(B.I. said) +Mo' Money, Mo' Problems+
Fuck that, nigga, mo' money, mo' revolvers
And I pop off, nigga, don't tempt me
Push me, you are what you eat, in other words you pussy

[Chorus: Polite]
Eh-yo, the rules don't change in the game, only the faces
Tied up niggas get found in strange places
Bust shots, dodgin the cops and Fed agents
Bodies get recovered in lots and dark basements
Rules don't change in the game, only the faces
Tied up niggas get found in strange places
Bust shots, dodgin the cops, Fed agents
Bodies get recovered in lots and dark basements

[Killa Sin]
Live wire brigade, razor blade attire, we raid
Space invade, blazin hate before we severe the stage
I'm never afraid, mainly concerned for others outcome
Like Akinyele, them glock shells, we put 'em in ya mouth, son
What we not about? 1's, games, no excuses
Further references, tighten up them loose ends for steppin
Keepin ya mind on ya money, not mine, nuttin funny
No smiles, leave you sunny-side up, nose runny
Not snot neither, ER screen, we got 'em bleedin
Doc need a mop to clean up the spot when they receive 'em
Not a hard rock but I rock hard and niggas love that
You see me in the streets, it's all love, I give the love back

[Chorus]

[Outro: Polite]
Basements..