Artist: Killarmy f/ Streetlife
Album:  Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars
Song:   Clash of the Titans
Typed by: Tha Masta

[Intro: ShoGun Assason, (9th Prince)]
Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wassup dog?
Seven commandments, knahmean?
Yo son, with the seven commandments
Word up (Not the first but the seventh commandments)

[Chorus 6X: Killarmy]
Nothing but the army shit, the raw shit
The military war hits and gun clips

[ShoGun Assason]
Yo, my battlegrounds is where I lounge
Fightin wars from dusk til dawn
In the trenches of hell
There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill
The planet Earth is the battlefield
Enemy troops can't come face to face with death
Black militia equipped with cold steel
The last arch drill when I open fire
Gat'll aim to kill
As the destruction that I reveal like revelations
Drop jewels like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations
You're lost in the nation with no mental vision
Unseen strikes united with unlike precision
I'm camouflged and at large with ammunition

[9th Prince]
I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Tamo 
Lyrical desperado, flow like a torpedo 
Wore black mask like Zorro 
I wrote the scrolls of scriptures and literature of killers 
Riddlers and Hitlers 
Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures 
Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations 
In Japan I stand then control the minds of Asians 
Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and lungs pushed back 
Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics 
Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend 
Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven 
The seven commandments, metric equivalents 
Meaning THE nigga died for pleasures 

[Dom Pachino]
I'm wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets
Each one containing a mini-cyber homing missile
Fitting your sides ragged
Puerto Rican Terrorist from the Middle East
Refusin the mark of the beast
Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash
Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life
Made possible by the mic device
I slice wielding a sharp instrument
Sharper than the tip of a pyramid
Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant
It's my assignment, burn up the climate using rays from the sun
Dom PaChino and Madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun

[Interlude: 9th Prince, (Streetlife)]
Yea, yea, yea, yea
Word up (P.L.O.)
Killarmy, takin y'all to war for '96
Word up

[Streetlife]
Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born
My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm
21st century crime spree you've been warned
U.S. currency got me itchin my palms
P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact
Dead that, what's the feedback? Park Hill's badass
I deal with this shit like it's my last
Slow your speed, play your tape son, go have a blast
I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn
First degree poetry
Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets
Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece
P.L.O., Mr. Streetlife out in the streets

[Beretta 9]
Mentally I be ready, pass the machette 
My thoughts travel fast as Mario Andretti 
Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty 
It's all about survival so I commence the robbery 
Goin through the struggle, trials and execution 
This is my solution to this revolution 
Pay close attention, lyrical precision 
My mind be WAR guide, observe, learn and listen 
Knowledge before your wisdom, at least spare the children 
'96 we buildin, get stabbed or be killed in 
(yeah)