***Chorus*** (x2)

Fuck yall analog niggas we be digital

wu-tang, killarmy we indespensible

we never fall

we stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all



[Killa Sin]

We move on M.C.'s mechanically

strike nerve like Ghost Vs. a canopy

hard to touch ratarded fucks playing wit they fantasies

respect this

specialist

black

testing this will get ya necklace jacked

and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak

you the type of nigga that'll hardly speak

unless you spoken to

we throw a cold screw

and sober up when im approaching you

at the same time we posting two

niggas on tha ass-fist gonna do what they supposed to do

the limelight

snatched away from you because its my night

killarm blaze inside of the twilight

you better get ya lines right

half of thease crabs cant even rhyme right

which dart slows wit body movement and blurry eyesight

what you want I already got

and after I controll I keep head high, head pon-cocked

and pockets rollin'

you foldin'

you fagot ass fuck





[Dom Pachino]

yo farotion never fails

shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail

inhale life

exhale strive anxiety's trife

blowin' smoke out my peice pipe

ducking the snipe

shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S

war never does and many causes

my offense is my defense extreme precautious

moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious

ya forcing it

parishly extortionists

aborting this

space ship thats spacious face it

im on contain shit

pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix

the case is

if not ya basic

way to make shit

embrace it