Clash Of The Titans Lyrics by Killarmy

Clash Of The Titans Lyrics

    Take em to war son (yeah)
    Yo wassup dog?
    Seven commandments, knahmean?
    Yo son, with the seven commandments

    Chorus: (6x)
    Yo i'm about the army shit, the raw shit
    The military war hits with gun clips

    [shogun assasson]
    Yo, my battleground's 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 mission caught for cold steel
    The last art drill when i open fire
    Better aim to kill
    As the destruction that i reveal like revelations
    Drop jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations
    You're lost in the nation with no mental vision
    Unseen strikes your vital like precision
    I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition

    [9th prince]
    I'm in deep meditation like the great indian monk dowmo
    Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like zorro
    I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers
    Riddlers and hitlers
    Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures
    Wu-tang is the foundation, we movin populations
    And you can not stand then control the minds of asians
    Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his 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 many niggas died for pleasures

    [dom pachino]
    I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets
    Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile
    Fittin 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 wieldin a sharp instrument
    Sharpened in the temple of pyramids
    Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant
    It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun
    Dom pachino madman assassinatin tracks with shogun

    [street life]
    Yo bring it on, i deal with this like my first born
    My brain form blow mcs away like desert storm
    21st century crime for you being born
    Us currency got me itchin my palms
    P.l.o. killer tactics like i support a fact
    Dead back was the feedback, park hill's badass
    I deal with this shit like it's my last
    So to speak what you say 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. is the street life out in the streets

    [beretta 9]
    Mentally i be ready, pass the machette
    My thoughts travel fast like mario andretti
    Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty
    It's all about survival so i can risk the robbery
    Goin through the struggle, trials and execution
    This is my solution to this revolution
    Pay close attention, lyrical precision
    My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen
    Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children
    '96 be buildin the stat or be killed in

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