Intro:
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"You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me"
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"Get out of my head" *gun shot*
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What, ("You feel some pain..")
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It's like this, what, what
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Check it out, yo
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[Shogun Assasson]
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This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
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You better make sure your swords sharp
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And you got a lyin' heart
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Cause, I strike for the throat
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And stab them with a deadly note
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That pierces the eardrums
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Those are the equally grym
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Now you're stunned
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Another victim of the Shogun
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A spinal chop to the cerebellum
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So, go ahead, try to run in advance
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Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance
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Ready to be-head you, dead you
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Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel
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Because, your rhymes aint punctual
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My actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you
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[Islord]
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Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this
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Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
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Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
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Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit
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You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone
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And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight
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Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to pull
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My razorblade sharp sword out the case
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And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with
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No traces left behind, where the body was laid out
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For the coroners to figure out
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That it was one swing from the guillotine
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That decapitated his head from his shoulders
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"You can't here me"
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"Get out of my head"
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[Beretta 9]
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Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire
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Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire
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Physical, that left niggaz critical
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Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable
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With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
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All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine
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M-M which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman
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Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin
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I sincerely love Allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
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I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic
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Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic
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"Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - Killa Sin sample
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"Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - Islord sample
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"Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - Killa Sin sample
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"Killarmy Profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - Islord sample
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"Get out of my head" - movie sample
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"Soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - Killa Sin sample
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[9th Prince]
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Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces
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Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands
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I murder niggaz wit my bare hands
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It's darkness in the wu-caves
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We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave
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My pistol has an infer-red, as an eagle
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Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads
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I leave MC's and DJ's on twists at deathbeds
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Underworld statis, the black knight like Latice
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Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics
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Beretta 9 the killin' machine
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Shogun Assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams
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Killa Sin will kill again with the same knife
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The thief of Bagdad could steal your life
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PR Terrorist and Prince Sadaam moves the middle-east region
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It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly bleedin
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[Killa Sin]
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Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time
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Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high
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For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum down
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First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown
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Light brown, deck them down
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Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic
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With satellites, tri-state cream
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To travel right, fleein' the scene
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Team fights with the livest MC's
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So, Killarm, strike your moment of silence
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Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off
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That's the reason why your legion fell off
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You popped corns wanna be war pawns
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Once, the war's on, and Al Pachino won the last of red dawn
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Open mic session, bury you
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Spark a party up, somethin terrible
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The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable
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Yo, I'm tellin' you...it's da fu |