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