Killarmy - Militant lyrics

rate me

(feat. U-God)

[helicopter sounds]

[Hook: 9th Prince (U-God)]

Shoot down planes, war games, in the black Range

with the snipe for aim cuz yo (it's militant)

Phillipine bitches in the black tint, commando

Showdown at the main event (it's militant)

We carry hand grenades, ooh-ahhs, and AK's

They troops, muddy boots, bulletproof Lex coupes (it's militant)

[B9] Two G, Eiloheine, submachine,

[B9] AT magazines, courage under fire (we killin shit)

[9th Prince]

Aiyyo fatigue, G.I.Joe's in armored tanks

American heroes covered with paint, black and gold like the Saints

Commandoes got rank, no blanks

Spill (?) Valentine, Afghan tinges at my team gun shank

I rack the 12 gauge, Shogun voices like exotic warfare

You die when you feel the bass, you dressed to kill

Let it play Six the Hard Way - we let off like 47 AK's

Okay, okay?

[Beretta 9]

Yo, walls all red don, Killa-Arm recon

Our fleet bomb, all year long, surrender arms

Black Napoleon, petroleum, blitzkreig Mongolian

Missle whistle on the approach, sendin militiamen

Foxhole, fire in the hole, lick a shot slow

Y'all know, y'all analog niggaz best take a stroll

Or wind up in critical - passed out, mobile army

Surgical hospital, last bout niggaz, last bout niggaz

Beretta on the trigger y'all - how could you figure?!

Marksman status

[Chorus]

[Dom Pachino]

Evacuate the war, finger pop glocks, fuck AK's

Make love to M-16's, when I step on the scene

With a fat mack and a fat stack, magazine

Camoflauge kinda swamp green

Cream for my face, cadets get laced from the neck up

Taste the blood from a leaf cut, you been struck

You weak fuck, Killarmy's the best

Affiliated with the best, so there's no contest

And when we launch these missles they be no one left

Terrorists, blow smoke niggaz choke, hold ya breath

and went, niggaz lay rounds on the block where's the ref?

[Shogun Assassin]

Great scott, check my diabolical plots

I got a fetish for the fiendish, fuck the drama shit this be that hit

This murder in the first degree, and death be your penalty

When you try to mimic the army

you become a casualty of World War Three

We come through back to back, every man strapped, ready to handle that

Pre-cocked, ready to trigger that

Sauna raps, live on stage, at the Basker's, swordsman strike back

Lash out on attack, slash through ya back

Got a deal, a murder contract, to assassinate ya calmly on this track

[Chorus x2]