Artist: Killarmy Album: Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars Song: Camouflage Ninjas Typed by: Tha Masta [kung fu sample] We advance as one, remember, the only way to win Is to stay together Intro: Yeah, masked avengers Check it, yo, masked avengers Camouflage ninjas, masked avengers [ShoGun Assason] The ending is near, there's no time for fear MC's better beware, of their worst nightmare Soldiers of the Wu infantry out and locked on your vacinity Killarmy taking thrones in war poems, straight to the danger zone When you grab the microphone, this is my rap empire The so-called king who get fired, overthrown, stone the devil Stampede, dawn religous rituals, blind individuals Brothers get lost like wandering Jews on the pilgrimage My team pack beams on the lines of scrimmage The first one that strikes get the advantage Lyrical destroyers, five elements causing damage "Shotguns through your nose son" -- Raekwon *cut and scratched* [Dom Pachino] As I stab the darkness, faces of death is all thats left Intensity, filled with suspense, my minds condensed Subjected to projects, number one aspect of jiggy Dom Pachino from the Dark Ages, all dark like the the crule sea Killarmy, we roll in armoured vans, mobilizing sinister plans Fertilizing cocaine plants on forty square acres of land Extortion, importing, escort, services Niggas too nervous to even purchase on this drug surface To be forbidded by the CIA Criminals in the army engage in war games 'Cuz we're living in the last days [sample] Most killers make you hate, The world is too late, Ohhhh, and it rained. "Shotguns through your nose son" -- Raekwon *cut and scratched* [Beretta 9] Yo, yo, yo Picture this, rap specialist, dealing with killing shit Come equipped or else fall victim to endangerment I'm certified, I inspect the site where the homicide To those who die, death by choice, fool its do or die The wilderness is the battle field by will I shoot to kill, aiming guns at niggas who squeal At ease, I'm burning cess through my nose, it's urban warfare Time be here, another one go unprepared, like Goldilocks Representing what I'm about, no impersonator Those with fake moves can get the casket later Commentater verbal chrome beat that make the lecture later Fugitive, running from jakes, avoiding major danger Jail time, ain't trying to get locked up Though my thoughts be in my high so niggas better duck Or get fucked up for trying to run the game on Born Situations be coming, awaken, now that ass is torn [9th Prince] Yo, yo, yo, yo My brain hold ammunition for a mental war like a missile carrier I'm sick like a kid from Somalia, carrying Malaria When I rhyme I split razor blades that rips the sound barrier I exercise my brain with thoughts thats military trained Lyrical uncontrolled substance damage the main part of the brain like cocaine My heart push blood that keeps me brave While others is trapped inside barricades The new industry order MC's become slaves They'll all go against my lawyer, dig their own graves I rush spots, crush plots, then hide out in the Marriot Cops get shot for trying to break up rhyming cyphers in parking lots A vision event in the war prison Held up by convicts with ice picks The lights go out, Jigga's get stabbing in they shit I chopped a rapper from ax to let his back hatch Windpipes get cracked Flashbacks attacked like seven maniacs with wooden bats Daily evidence I erase, can't be traced by jakes Nuclear grenades from the mind penetrate the star gate MC's found chopped up and thrown in lakes In all fifty-two states, I did it with the help of escape inmates [sampled singer] Most killers make you hate, The world is too late, Ohhhh, and it rained. "Shotguns through your nose son" -- Raekwon *cut and scratched* [sampled singer] Who will be free now Who will be pinned down Who will be free now "Shotguns through your nose son" -- Raekwon *cut and scratched* [Lyrics replayed backwards, sped up] "Shotguns through your nose son" -- Raekwon *cut and scratched*