The Shoot Out Lyrics by Killarmy

The Shoot Out Lyrics


    {movie sample, unknown man}

    For some warriors, the answer is crystalised in an instant, their
    Instincts point them only one way. the truth becomes undeniable, and
    Apocylptic.

    [dom pachino, p.r. terrorist]

    I got a hunger for the mic my appetite strike late at night
    Food for thought, hold down a fort
    Up in the port of riches last seen giving stitches,
    Grab the can by ? crucifix, his team actin superstitious,
    One eyein, one fakin, reachin for his iron
    And one tryin to get close, i got the toast
    And i'm firin, blood gushin, commotion
    Still zonin off the war potion

    [beretta 9]

    Yo wha, yo
    We be the masters of circuference,
    My thought cant behold body, mind control substance
    For the key to this shit, kid
    Examin the imposter, group of a uh-life's
    My team be deep like a roster, you lobster
    You break the edges of all the ?
    Cut the tongues off all the snakes
    Just one hiss may cost ya, the price of ya life
    I should always think twice, remember always think twice
    Because mistake may be comin away kid
    So wake the fuck up, yo wake the fuck up, yo

    [islord]

    Aiyoo, straight up and down
    Dont even bring that type of shit around me
    You live get ya whole neck slapped off ya shoulders
    Quick fast, faster than the eye blink, so why think
    You could live amongst the, livest mc's
    And d-o-d's that i run with,
    And collaborate my thoughts with
    To elevate to higher standard as i landed,
    But never stranded as the god p.r. terrorist apprehended
    Analog suspects on the set


    [dom pachino]
    Dirty doctrine, killer concoction, rhyme rottin,
    Stay plottin, yesterday wake, grenade shoppin
    Caught a nice one, grave the vest-a
    To track a ? that may get bloody, ugly
    Dippin in mud, my soldiers gonna love me
    Grab a mic, look into the sunshine way above me
    Hold my forehead, today had my daily bread
    Shared it with you, make sure my fans are always fed

    [killa sin]

    Yo i'm pullin wrestiln moves,
    My competition headlocked into submission,
    While shots are lickin
    Pickin through crops of intuition,
    Yo my brain starts to change shorts are strange (what)
    Names brought in vain, court physical force of unexplained
    For the battle of my life in the night light
    This nigga grab a mic tight
    Strike with a flash of dynamite, right
    So figure this, killa get vigorous
    A lyricist supremicist attackin the track like ? of villages

    Run, we still pillagin dunn

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