Released on August 11, 1998

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[Intro Sample]

"You'll feel some pain, but I know, you can here me"

"Get out of my head" *gun shot*

What, ("You feel some pain..")

It's like this, what, what

Check it out, yo


[Verse 1: Shogun Assasson]

This is war, niggas, a duel to the death

You better make sure your swords sharp and you got a lion heart

'Cause I strike for the throat

And stab them with a deadly note that pierces the eardrums

Dose off the equilibrium, now you're stunned

Another victim of the Shogun, I spinal tap your cerebrum

So, go ahead, try to run in advance

'Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance

Ready to behead you, dead you

Rid your body of a soul, and make it an empty vessel

'Cause your rhymes ain't punctual

Not actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you


[Break: Islord]

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo


[Verse 2: Islord]

Check this thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus

Towards y'all weak motherfuckin' analog niggas

Tryna 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 niggas 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 by the guillotine

That decapitated his head from his shoulders


[Verse 3: Beretta 9]

Yo, we holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire

Or pristine slugs that penetrated your entire

Physical, that left niggas critical

Killarmy the Black son to make all fuckin' nine Planets Digable

With the science to control '99, keep all minds aligned

All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine

M-M what stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman

Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin'

I sincerely love Allah Mathematics

Camouflage fabrics, I got a revolver, fuck automatics

The black Asiatic

Lickin' multiple shots at your motherfuckin' attic


[Scratches]

Killarmy profilin', mostly buckwildin'


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Killarmy profilin', mostly buckwildin'

Get out of my head


[Verse 4: 9th Prince]

Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like Steve Austin

Seven horsemen, Wu ninjas move across coarse sands

I murder niggas with my bare hands

It's darkness in the Wu-caves

We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty waves like a raid

My pistol has an infrared, Desert Eagle

Loiter or lead, blast the brains out of apple heads

I leave MCs and DJs on twin set deathbeds

Underworld status, the Black Knight like Gladys

Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like galactics

Beretta 9 the killin' machine

Shogun Assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams

Killa Sin'll kill again with the same knife

The Thief of Baghdad could steal your life

P.R. Terrorist and Prince Saddam rules the middle-eastern region

It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggas is badly bleedin' (Yo)


[Verse 5: 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

From Now Y, amplify sounds shut the coliseum down

First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown

Light brown, dick 'em down

Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic with satellites

Tri-state cream to travel right, fleein' the scene

Team fight with the livest MCs

So, Killarmy, strike your moment of silence, live degrees, well you're eatin' them off

And that's the reason why your legion fell off

You popcorns wanna be war pawns

The war's on now, and Al Pachino won the last of Red Dawn

Open mic session, bury you, spark a party up, something terrible

The pain that my niggas bring forth is unbearable, yo, I'm tellin' you, it's….da fuck


[Outro]


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