Pain Lyrics by Killarmy

Pain Lyrics


    Intro:

    "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me"
    "get out of my head" *gun shot*

    What, ("you feel some pain..")
    It's like this, what, what
    Check it out, yo

    [shogun assasson]
    This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
    You better make sure your swords sharp
    And you got a lyin' heart
    Cause, i strike for the throat
    And stab them with a deadly note
    That pierces the eardrums
    Those are the equally grym
    Now you're stunned
    Another victim of the shogun
    A spinal chop to the cerebellum
    So, go ahead, try to run in advance
    Cause i stand firm on my warrior stance
    Ready to be-head you, dead you
    Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel
    Because, your rhymes aint punctual
    My actual or factual, that's why i verbally attack you

    [islord]
    Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this
    Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
    Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
    Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit
    You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone
    And a spike, cause i don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight
    Cause, i'm so agile and so quick to pull
    My razorblade sharp sword out the case
    And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with
    No traces left behind, where the body was laid out
    For the coroners to figure out
    That it was one swing from the guillotine
    That decapitated his head from his shoulders

    "you can't here me"
    "get out of my head"

    [beretta 9]
    Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire
    Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire
    Physical, that left niggaz critical
    Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable
    With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
    All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine
    M-m which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman
    Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin
    I sincerely love allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
    I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic
    Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic

    "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample
    "killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample
    "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample
    "killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample
    "get out of my head" - movie sample
    "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample

    [9th prince]
    Yo, i'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces
    Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands
    I murder niggaz wit my bare hands
    It's darkness in the wu-caves
    We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave
    My pistol has an infer-red, as an eagle
    Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads
    I leave mc's and dj's on twists at deathbeds
    Underworld statis, the black knight like latice
    Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics
    Beretta 9 the killin' machine
    Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams
    Killa sin will kill again with the same knife
    The thief of bagdad could steal your life
    Pr terrorist and prince sadaam moves the middle-east region
    It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly bleedin

    [killa sin]
    Yo, i'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time
    Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high
    For now i amplify sounds of the coliseum down
    First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown
    Light brown, deck them down
    Eyes wide as i recite, beamin' the mic
    With satellites, tri-state cream
    To travel right, fleein' the scene
    Team fights with the livest mc's
    So, killarm, strike your moment of silence
    Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off
    That's the reason why your legion fell off
    You popped corns wanna be war pawns
    Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn
    Open mic session, bury you
    Spark a party up, somethin terrible
    The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable
    Yo, i'm tellin' you...it's da fuck

    Outro: *various talk over samples*

    "arm make them, killarm's born man"
    "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me"
    "get out of my head" *gun shot*
    "...born man, killarm's born man"
    "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me"
    "get out of my head"
    "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me"
    "get out of my head" *gun shot*

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