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<Killa Sin>
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Yeah, word up
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One time, one time
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Killarmy, Killarmy
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Beretta 9, Killa Sin, Dom Pachino, word up
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Shogun the Assasson, all is fair in love and war
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Yo, the saga carries on, word up, military time
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I got a long time (?) for slugs thug life tricks
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And pit fights jet black acts with fat ass kicks
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That's the shit right
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We jettin' to the roof for the tre duce
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Aimed at Jesus, residentials that let loose at spent shells
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We share a giggle and a Heineken
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We sitting on the corner with my niggas yelling
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Killa kick the rhyme again
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Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns
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Bombing they brain cells like herb
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Words attacking like a German hound
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We spark a freestyle session
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With a beef and forks (?) collection
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Full moon yeah kid no question
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Yo the cipher's over now par bay (?) and star play
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Ring around the hosey and mosey
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Down to Tarjay for Marge-ay
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Crazy dick bitch who suck dick
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On the down with his sheisty ass click from tre pound clown
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This is an ordinary day around my way
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When niggas spray shots, killer straight shots, and hit up gay cops
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<Beretta 9>
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I attack shit move with your shots call the medic
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Beretta 9 my chamber be pain no anesthetic
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Nightmares visions of death
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Catch a flashback
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This gunfire out of control I'm getting sent back
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Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo
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In enough shit to bury Rambo
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I cock back releasin' all shit for the boot camp
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Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth dead
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Adrenalin (?) cats be amped up for action
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Going to war no time for relaxing
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Fists or handguns it doesn't make a difference
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Adjusts my sights and starts (?) become relentless
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Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment
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Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment
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Blast on herds, shake Serbs with deadly words
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The pain's intense like I'm swinging on your nerves
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<Dom Pachino>
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Push the trigger
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Suddenly it bring you clarity
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Nights like day magnified
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Three point two time design
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Combine with steel wind to blow your mind
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Counter terrorism with precision
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Armed with smoke bombs to blow your vision like cataracts
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My green team attacks your format
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My manifold is combat
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On wargrounds or on DATs
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It's my nature Killarmy legislator
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Leavingi broken arrows in backs of traitors
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My platoon's filled with black berets and painted faces
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High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces
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Specially trained in rugged terrain grains of the Earth
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Hot cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst
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Who came first God or the universe
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Uniting energy through my tongue and through the sun
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<Reporter>
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War is never pretty
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But there is something dirty and disturbing about today's
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world conflict, because today's battles are fought with the
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dark heart of terrorism
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<Expert>
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Uh, it's very hard to maintain the emotional and political
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zeal that is needed to kill lots of people
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<Shogun Assassin>
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You been to Shogun's realm
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I stand as a military helm
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Gone on a World War tour
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I catch a flashback from Iraq
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That's when I start terrorizing tracks
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Killing MC's with platinum stacks and death wax
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My torture chamber's filled with anger
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The executioner of Lucifer
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Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur
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Slashing at your fat jets you do or die
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Men before parachutes see with wounded eyes
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I be your war God to the dark side
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Witness how soldiers fall and die
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<Reporter>
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Lives are being lost
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Around the globe each flashpoint has its own personality
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A border dispute here, a displaced homeland there
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a greedy politician or drug lord almost everywhere
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But whether the location is South America or South Yemen there is a
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connection Between many of these struggles
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They are angry conflicts of desparate people
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who feel they have neither the resources nor
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the clout to fight their enemies at the negotiating table
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So they take their negotiations to the streets
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Fair, Love and War
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Killarmy |