reporter)

We are at war with the enemy we can't see

a brutal conspiracy of assassination

Kidnappings bombings highjackings and mass murders



(a woman)

Leave the Girl alone leave alone!!!



(reporter)

There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation hatred and fear



(expert)

Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire



(reporter)

it is a worldwar lead by holymen madmen and millions of disciples

willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism



It's time to go to war niggas...

Get the bulletproof vests niggas...

word up!!



chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)



Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause

got high with fly sounds bound the floors

it's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back

I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (Pow!)

Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain

get you open on top for some What What! nigga take that

I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung

lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume

brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock

raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(Pow!) Spill it to bomb, backglot?

Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout DA-DA-DAZ

just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide

with energize thoughts from dark side of Park, die

Split yo' vest from yo' test

My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks

I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)

the real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex



Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven

strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins'

razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital



I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control

dead maybe cause for this strategy

fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated

so speak to some mamas, two places devil plated

I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden

follow the prince of thieves,

I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler

It's the price of killin' like Kaine did the first murder



chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x)



Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars

when I attack MC's become B.O.W.'s missin' in action

Shogun the Assason strikes with rage,

when I engage with Street Wars,

when neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon'

too like razbows?, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force

'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes

My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes

nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows

commandoes with empty ammo

We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff county

Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes



chorus: Grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x)



One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam

a foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men



Climin' uses race from the sun

Dom PaChino, Madman, Assassin tracks for Shogun