[Sampled Intro: 'War and Peace']
I can still remember the day when my father told me that wars always started by the ego and ambitions of one person
"War is the worst thing and unfortunately one of the most essential things in the world", he said
My father was definitely a very eccentric person and as a boy I was too young to understand why my father constantly spoke about how and why wars began
Especially when we lived in the most beautiful and peaceful place in the world
[Intro: Dom Pachino]
Killarm '98
This LP's a banger
Yeah
[Chorus: Dom Pachino]
Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks
Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
[Verse 1: Islord]
Yo, what's the science on them crabass niggas out here
In this rap shit turning this shit into some fucking acting shit
Step into my chamber, I hang ya
Like a stranger out to dry
With the mic cord wrapped around your neck like two times, designed
To leave you breathless to the point where you passed out
Flat-lined and simple-minded ass cats
Get your fingers snapped back out of place
And dislocated, reaching for that mic device, kid I'm nice
[Verse 2: Beretta 9]
Yo, we never timid, break the speed limit, state laws
And glass jars and fake malls, burst pause, we take jaws
Wise guys who want a prize guy, we snatch mics
Pitch strike turn out the light, Mathematics strikes a site
Make me ball my fist tight, we wild every night
Bump shoulders, clubs over, 9th Prince started to fight
With this analogue, who lacked the dialogue
Bashed his dome with the Smirnoff
Now we squarin' off, razor sharp face off
Killarmy cut, pushing through like what
Always posted up, double-edged, leave you with a buck fifty-three, nigga
[Chorus: Dom Pachino]
Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks
Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
[Verse 3: Dom Pachino]
Terrorist, arch nemesis this is my testament
Eternal life is through the mind, the first element
The first to settle it, the first to pull the metal
The first to defeat the Devil, the first to take it to that level
Feel the volume, adjust the levels, enqueue the treble
The first and last rebel crush a stone into a pebble
Dunk the track in holy water, baptise, my rhyme is slaughter
Ice ventura, mental explorer my godly aura
Star bright light up your life like night light
Heard you wanna fight, return your ass twice mental and physically
[Verse 4: 9th Prince]
Yo, The Last Starfighter, pigeon-toed soldier, Northern exposure
Built with Noah, Asiatic composer, mic killer, black thrower
To retrieve renegade envoy, seek and destroy
Any man that speaks with the fantasies of paranoid
9th Prince trapped in a time zone at 1751
We bury a hundred corpse at Rome, Prince Saddam is cloned
Lyrical arthritis contagious to the bone
I rhyme Battlestar Galactica, Terrorist met a contractor
Scarfaces are a mass of courage, weak lyricists perish
I cut coverage, physical frame built to the total package
Razor blades so sharp it'll slice your eyelashes
Rappers gossip while I speak gospel
Like the teachers of Christ and the Apostles
The mind and matter are deep into the science
I smother MC with pillow and let him die in silence
[Chorus: Dom Pachino]
Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks
Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks
Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city
Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty
This shit is gritty, so gritty
[Outro: 'Spawn' sample]
But always warriors feel events turning around them
Spiralling, closing in
Some sit and wait too long
Others listen to their instincts and prepare