Artist: Sunz of Man f/ 9th Prince, Killa Sin Album: n/a Song: Soldiers of Darkness Typed by: Tha Masta [Intro: sample] Attention soldiers, kill every one of them! [Intro: 9th Prince, (Killa Sin), [Both]] Ha ha! (Yeah.) Another fuckin live-ass track (Death Chamber) From the Temple of Shaolin (What, nigga?) Word up. (Yeah.) Keepin' it real. The Killah Priest. YouKnowwhatI'mSayin? The Prodigal Sunn. Sunz of Man. Madman representin for the [Killarmy], With Killa Sin [and Rzarectah]. [Killa Sin] I gotta get a grip An edge on life, I'm livin trife, G I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me It might be the image projected, I selected But 'f' it, shit is mad real, as well as hectic Expect it, the best and got tested Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifest it, but check it My mind was designed for crimes, the bottom line Cuz it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine To a spine, and there's no remorse in my source of madness With my temper, my anger rises like my status Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin For wildin, don't think that it's peace when I be smilin My heart's stone cold, it's what I own For niggaz who brag, I break bones Leave em ungagged to hear the moan I hate snakes on that fake shit I get mad, leave em shooken up bad like when a quake hit I got a steez-o that's raw, man Another brother prevoked, the gun smoke, now that's all, damn Why did he bother the father of horror Knowin full well that he won't live to see tomorrow Be on your guard when I start to flip shit I'm sick word to God, it's hard to get a grip [9th Prince] I brings a streakin iron flame, hailed in still heavens Clinks of shovels deeper in the shallow trenches of reverend I rush like lions to the Roman slaughter Then I assume my human facility, I'm plannin' hits for the governor Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men I stick em for billiard pins And came as the world did, flashin death like lightnin from the Heavens Leavin rappers sufferin the thirst of a silent curse That came from the Earth, when the planet was reversed Here all the needles, see that he dies Or that he infected with drugs, come bleeding out of his eyes I chopped off his feet, so he can't walk the talk that he claims to stalk I shine a pitchfork and stack up dead corpses A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC For hostage Then break loose on the stage Tradin places like slaves bein trade, I'm under pressure Thoughts be actin wild like a child molester Madman terrorism, today's journalism Goin to war across the country with another organism Killarmy madness is how we killed em [Prodigal Sunn] Since the calculations entitled woke the life Withheld the date of exporation, steady creation Mental consumptions of the abomination I emerged from the house upon ya stood whether It's one, alias Sun of Man no longer the seed from Satan's plant Years of ministry, fightin the wars of demon-ology Soldiers of my direction writin the sins of reality Ruler from space, the black meteorite, burnin' satellite I should jump deep beyond the depths of my innersight Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse Aboarding the mothership, takin my last wiff from this polluted myth Another soul, vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire Juggle liars used to make rain from the born sire I tie your fuckin brain up with barbed wire Infused thoughts left ya bruised, huntin wisdom, talkin dim Than the rims of Hell, afraid to walk Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion Symptoms of death, left ya chokin on your own breath You better study your literature, seek your scriptures Biblical foes in scrolls, laced in valor robes Killah Priest precise, the lacenger 60 Second Hell Razah blastin, overcome the opression [Killah Priest] Harken, as the night darkens You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm Now you'll be done away like the unicorn, with night time as my uniform And death as my sword, the universal war lord Sunz Of Man came together for one accord You can't read about it, it's not a myth Here's a puncture to your rib -- for a gift And the only present, I'm dealin with is now The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaiah Layin the bodies down by the layer Burn em before the assembly And watch his ashes go up, through the chimney May the skies be as brass before his prayers And throw his words, be lost in the air The reason you felt shame is because I've been ordained I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin plane And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies Don't ask me why, it's a fuckin hobby Burn em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you Why? Because the MC's are my foot stool [60 Second Assassin] You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest Tote this, but don't overdose it Focus, I blood shot your lyrics with served roach hits Ferocious side effects -- brains that got closest Insanity enters humanity like an anime Invade your central nervous system mathematically Schematic, drama panic, couldn't hold a tablet Symatic, pump fluid through your system like an addict Bomb glistenin, watch for the blow, I deliver it Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent Grabs your soul, magnetic fluxes beyond control I'm leavin beats in the kamode, sellin souls to the toilet bowl All your possesions I hold for my own The chemical, you clone, comatosis The syndrome, the Rip Van the Winkle, twinkle twinkle You're caught up with your days now, fallen is a star What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far Not even the master chart would put ya Arteries back apart, for the largest technique Is so..Argh...