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"Why did you join my beloved core?"
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"Sir, to kill sir!"
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"So you're a killer?"
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"Sir yes sir!"
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"Let me see your war face."
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"Sir?"
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"You got a war face? Aaaahhh! That's war face now let me see your war face."
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"Aaaaahhhh!!"
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"Bullshit, you didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face."
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"AAAAAAAARRRRRHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
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"You don't scare me, work on it!"
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Yeah
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Where the fuck is your war face son?
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(Burning season niggas)
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Killarmy
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(It's not safe no more nigga)
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Chorus: (2x)
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Yo I wanna see your war face
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Soldier where's your war face?
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Camouflaged inmates collapse war gates
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[9th Prince]
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Yo, yo yo yo
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Check the Killarmy
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We go to war like tomahawks and Indians
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From the wilderness of our villages
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Desert commander live on the gorgeous fortress like the sorceress
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To build up my heritage
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Shaolin surrounded by the cruel sea, crabs get stabbed
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Chemistry lab is filled with motorous vocab
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That drive niggas crazy like Arabs in Manhatten cabs
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Lyrics heat up the airplay, give off shockwaves
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That damage the earways for centuries and decades
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I be a renegade through rainy days
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I collect guns to blast off like shooting stars
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Shot up the charts the soldiers from the dark
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Stabbin and gatherin dead in the fuckin heart
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A rhymin alcoholic, I'm bad for your liver
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Unidentified corpse's thrown in the Ohio River
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I'm psychotic in the tropic
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Bullets spark through bulletproof shields of narcotics
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Killarmy be runnin train on Bobby Steels' tracks
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Lyrical poems cock back with sharp tacks laced with ajax
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Chorus
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[Shogun Assasson]
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Here's the pure and uncut war poems from ancient zones
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The black Hitler, killer riddler breakin bones
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Explosive, overdose the track coast to coast
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My shockwaves to keep the thoughts bright like sunrays
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My forte is of a higher rank like sensei
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Militant, armed to killin and shake the settlement
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Searchin crevaces for a wise man's testament
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Roll hotly bludgeonin all those competitin
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Against I but stimulate ya of life and matter
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Cloak and dagger, first I gag ya then stab ya
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The apprehender, plus I move like a ninja
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No retreat and no surrender
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My war agenda
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[Cloud 9]
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Live via satellite, soldiers with mics
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Ancient warriors fight, barbarians swingin swords
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Killarmy militant warlords
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Military war slang who's to blame
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Government officials, evil minds that govern this land gotta plan
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For the blacks and the tans
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Decrease the population of the rhythm nation
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By one fourth, wicked niggas is the source
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To the force I bring forth causes havocs, sparks bloody riots
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Seven days and seven nights of blue street fights
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Like boo took all the shells from automatics
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Strategic tactics
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Caught between rhymes, lines combine to blow up like landmines
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[Beretta 9]
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I strike on universal fish, I'm out the clear mist
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Relentless, beat a nigga senseless
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Niggas best to witness
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At how I gets to business, soldier from the trenches
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My offense be my defense with military sequence
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Quick to apprehend ya, kid you best remember
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Camouflage avenger, Killarmy nigga
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Surrender your garments and your legal tender
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Fatigued ninja with silent triggers
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Chorus (2x)
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[Killa Sin]
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Yo, I crack chest cavities
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Be shatterin knees while bladders bleed
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Gat'll squeeze, it's a merciless form of my formalities
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I locked down south with hip hop doses of death
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Within my breath that I drop to make your heart stop
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You can't cope with this vocal dope that'll corrode your throat
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Yet alone make a local choke
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I strip niggas of they manhood because I'm no damn good
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And roll with a Killa Wu Clan in the hoods
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Attack vitals, suicidals, leavin idols
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Is a record through the land of the lost with the 4th Disciple
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Stifle enemies, come test
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Twenty one in your chest
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Killa blessed em with a bloody vest
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Chorus (2x)
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War Face
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Killarmy |