[Intro: Dom Pachino (I.T. #1)]

Yeah, Killarmy (Rats of the universe)

Live from Shaolin (Stranga, son)

Just arrived in Michigan, Detroit, son (Yeah, the City Committee)

Word (Nothing but love, Killa Beez, yo..)

Yo, yo.. (Wu-Tang Killa Beez, yo..)

Yo, yo.. (Yo, yo..)

[Verse 1: Dom Pachino & I.T. #1]

Load a cartridge of it, Terrorist the author of it (Uh)

Got the bottles in the cupboard, Bees bubbling in my stomach

Here come it, one of the illest, trust me on this

If not, you see that ice disappear from your wrist

And your screwface off in a bucket of piss

My tongue twist, when I spit rhymes like roller coasters

Screaming "Oh David!", for overdosers

Got the bitch's lips imprinted on my posters

Terrorist the soldier, over and out, out and over

Never soaked in it, tinted Range Rover, 4.6 max like cobra

Cash like Oprah, more hungrier than a vulture

Fake niggas (More hungrier than a vulture)

[Indigenous Tribe #1]

Check, check, it's the end of an era, the dawn of a new millennium

The mind of Minolta with the power of a Pentium

The emerging of the rebel forces

Marching from the underground with cordless mics and torches

We won't be denied, we tried to take our pride

We've gone on a path and for twenty years we've survived

When we're fighting for a land that we once command

We're being banned for holding evidence and taking a stand

Against corporate America, commercialising the way we live

Taking your share but even more than we can give

And we'll still live in a world that's controlled by the evil

Where the government elects the President and not the people

[Verse 3: Indigenous Tribe #2 (I.T. #1)]

Who's the slave?

Camouflage my face in a place that surrounds me

AK-8's, inner streets bleed

Like knuckles when I'm hitting in this Jungle made of Concrete

A quiet riot, discrete

Breaking the silence with sirens, following a crime from violence

Undeveloped fetus wrapped in sheets, our babies are dying

Not enough niggas are ready for war

Grenades and triggers, there's mashed up bodies, pillage and scorn

Niggas is torn from dodging deficits (Killa Beez, dope Killa Beez)

[Verse 4: Killa Sin & I.T. #3]

Yo, Indigenous Tribe set fire to mics like live wires

Killarm' general staff blast in any cypher (Detroit to Shaolin

Shaolin, the war begins, Detroit to Shaolin, war begins)

Yo, live MC, last of the dying breed, travelling East

Never satisfied, spitting until my cypher's complete

Eat beast like tigers do meat, we're built for this shit

Traitors got killed for this shit, that's why we don't sleep

How many times we gotta tell y'all snakes to wake the fuck up?

How many fake fleece does it take for us to shake up?

Trained for the day that Killarm' break up

We caking up, your wife be shaking her butt, giving up guts

Slangs based up, Pachino got a tape in the truck

Trying to play us, he trying to blaze us? We taking bucks

[Verse 5: 9th Prince]

Ayo, we blaze the stimulation, Detroit destination

Underground operation, street starvation

Shell shock hip-hop, on the rooftop

Dustheads busting at the cops, two blocks from the water spot

I reveal, "Shoot to Kill" for my solo deal

Dirty Weaponry concealed like blue steel

All plastic objects, grimy like Dirty South projects

Unusual Suspects, embrace his arm with a Tec

Killarm', we take y'all respect, throw a hex

Fertilize family ties

Killa Beez, Wu-Mountain, it's the Bee Hive

[Verse 6]

I'm snatchin' rebounds