Killarmy

Intro:
You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me
Get out of my head *gun shot*
What, (You feel some pain..)
It's like this, what, what
Check it out, yo
[Shogun Assasson]
This is war niggaz, a duel to the death
You better make sure your swords sharp
And you got a lyin' heart
Cause, I strike for the throat
And stab them with a deadly note
That pierces the eardrums
Those are the equally grym
Now you're stunned
Another victim of the Shogun
A spinal chop to the cerebellum
So, go ahead, try to run in advance
Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance
Ready to be-head you, dead you
Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel
Because, your rhymes aint punctual
My actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you
[Islord]
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this
Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus
Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz
Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit
You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone
And a spike, cause I don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight
Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to pull
My razorblade sharp sword out the case
And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with
No traces left behind, where the body was laid out
For the coroners to figure out
That it was one swing from the guillotine
That decapitated his head from his shoulders
You can't here me
Get out of my head
[Beretta 9]
Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire
Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire
Physical, that left niggaz critical
Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable
With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned
All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine
M-M which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman
Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin
I sincerely love Allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics
I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic
Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic