Killarmy

Intro: P.R. Terrorist
Just enter the 3rd world
Clear Lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be seen clearly
for what they are not what they appear to be
360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher
Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up
[P.R. Terrorist]
The Last Poet construct the rhyme
At a self-destruct in your tape deck
In your walkman or in your truck
Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block
Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot
Heavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat
Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street
Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet
War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete
Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces
Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung
Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses
Next LP my teams face all up in the sources
[Reporter]
Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty.
That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us.
[Islord]
Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in Mecca
In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots
To twist niggaz physical like cyclones
But now I'm in the worst part, with the art
That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs
Because, you and your ten cats sat back
Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough
Like one swing of Tiger Woods, golf club
That won the masters, by a landslide