Clash of the Titans - KIllarmy

Yo wassup dog?

Seven commandments, knahmean?

Yo son, with the seven commandments

Yo, nothing but the 'Army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips

My battleground’s where I lounge

Fighting wars from dusk till 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 shot you hear when I open fire better aim to kill

As the destruction that I reveal like revelations

Drop jewels 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 camouflaged in the large with ammunition

I’m in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dhamo

Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro

I froze the scrolls and scriptures and literature of killers, riddlers and

Hitlers

Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures

Wu-Tang is the foundation, we move in populations

In Japan I stand and control the minds of Asians

Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and lungs twist 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

I waging guerrilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets

Each one containing a mini sovereign homing missile fitting your sides ragged

Puerto Rican Terrorist from the Middle East refusing 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 wielding a sharp instrument sharpened into the tip of a pyramid

Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant

It’s my assignment burn up the climate using rays from the Sun

Dom Pachino, Madman, assassinating tracks with Shogun

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 been warned

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’mma dead the piece

P.L.O.

is the Street Life out in the streets

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