9th Prince>



Yeah yeah

Master of all self hate

Shaolin cipher heat niggas

For my militant soldiers

Yeah check it out

Yo yo

As night falls the commando's teams seize the palace

Fiercely assault commands the volts

Explode in the air like lightning bolts

We rippin' out your spleen

At battlegrounds like the dense jungles of Phillipines

Drunk monk sip O.E. out the canteen

Men at war with guillotines

So far we all (?) Japanese

Troops not waiting

All you hear is bullets penetrating

Deep like the assassination that almost killed Reagan

War troops in army suits with spiked boots

Lyric proof brutes

Camouflage the haunted igloo

Eskimo commando

Dressed to kill in camo

Black Rambo

I civilize for ammo

Bulletproof parachutes

We motorate helicopters with green bags of loot

Bloodthirst heroes

After Vietnam he made the wheelchair

No fear

Warfare at its highest (?-mixed with Beretta 9's first line)







Yo, yo

I snatch up defeated troops in desert Tim boots

Camouflage like the sands I locate in Iran

For war be the issue

Elite crews and God jewels

Snipers on the rooftop watch out for the Pitbulls

Waited 'til sunsets and moving like ninjas

Camouflage masked avengers

Y'all niggas best surrender

We servicing your weapons we be the Armageddon

Killarmy bring on board this military acquisition

Your crew will take position on the seven seas mission

Beretta 9 be wild like (?-mixed with 9th Prince's first line)







Yo, 5 Star General giving killing orders

Militant assassins surround the headquarters







Let's go to war with break beats

My battleground is in the streets

Shogun

Samurai assassin the professional spectacle

Mental terrorist

Plant a time bomb in your ear

And hold your brain for hostage

Killarmy equipped with detonating swords

Captivate the crowd leave 'em praising the Lord

In the Asiatic War we chop heads off

Like General Monk and his swordsmen

The reason is burning season

My brothers is guilty of high treason

So I decapitate them

As they lay motionless bleeding on the canvas

I put away my weapon which is stainless







Yo, it's the 5 Star General



5 Star Generals, word up







Here's the non-carnivorous

Lyricist rhyming protagonist absorbing thoughts through my elements

Rip out your pancreas

Try to exit and get caught like a venereal disease

Niggas freeze before I sueeze

It's impossible to run when I'm done

Dom Pachino the son saving my universe now

Awaiting trial

Unidentified profile

Got you sewn like a textile

Lyrical navigator exploring different worlds

Mixelplick (?) style

Equipped with a vest

Killarmy vigilantes got MC's marked for death

Evil targets

Taking their lives like Grand Auto Theft

Then motivate like Dr. David Banner

Moving in bulletproof air crews with CB scanners

I channel

My life can never be a manual

Unpredicatable historical like a Greek oracle

Words pronunciated plural

And shot through my (?-over Masta Killa's first line)







Scinece is the study of all things

Knowledge their sword swing

Guns go off in the east wing

It's a blessing to deliver this lesson

Who's resting

You've been summons to awaken

A nation of sleeping giants who are clients to the devil civilization

Migration expands my plan to the maximum capacity

Nothing can hold me from launching out over the Earth then disperse

Ritual darkness niggas return

Unscathed and at ease and as you were

But the thought of not being able to breathe and leave these worldly

possessions

Have MC's fret to step in my direction







Word up, militant assassins