Clash of the Titans
Killarmy Lyrics

Take em to war son (Yeah)
Let's go to war and fight our enemies with all of our strength

Yo wassup dog?
Hey, what's up, man?

Seven commandments, knahmean?
Do you understand the importance of following the seven commandments?

Yo son, with the seven commandments
Yes, I am aware and committed to following the seven commandments

Yo I'm about the army shit, the raw shit The military war hits with gun clips
I am all about military warfare and fighting fiercely with my arsenal of guns

Yo, my battleground's where I lounge Fightin wars from dusk til dawn In the trenches of hell There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill The planet Earth is the battlefield Enemy troops can't come face to face with death Black mission caught for cold steel The last art drill when I open fire Better aim to kill As the destruction that I reveal like revelations Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations You're lost in the nation with no mental vision Unseen strikes your vital like precision I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition
I am so used to fighting wars that it feels like my own home, I fight tirelessly in the depths of hell and there is so much bloodshed like in the battle of Hamburger Hill. The world is always at war and the enemies are in hiding, but I am ready to strike with my deadly weaponry. When I open fire, I have to be precise because the devastation I cause is like revelations. I can kill with ease, even those who are hidden like constellations in the sky. Enemies are lost without any means to fight back and in the end, I am camouflaged and ready for battle.

I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers Riddlers and Hitlers Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven The seven commandments Metric equivalents Meaning many niggas died for pleasures
I am in a state of deep reflection like the Indian monk Dowmo, and my lyrics can hit hard like a torpedo. I am not afraid of those who write about death or promote hate. My aim is to promote positivity, and Wu-Tang is the foundation of those beliefs. I will not allow anyone to control the minds of Asians or spread false messages through their raps. I will cut off the tongues of false rappers, as they destroy our culture. I will not hesitate in stabbing those who try to sabotage me, and I will watch their blood drip from their clothes. Even the church is not safe, as madmen will try to harm our leaders, but I will fight them to protect the seven commandments, even if it means sacrificing many lives.

I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile Fittin your sides ragged Puerto Rican terrorist from the Middle East refusin the mark of the beast Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life Made possible by the mic device I slice wieldin a sharp instrument Sharpened in the temple of pyramids Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun Dom PaChino madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun
I am fighting a war with unconventional tactics like guerilla warfare and supplying the soldiers with mini homing missiles. These missiles can tear through anything and create havoc among our enemies. We come from the Middle East and refuse to bow down to anyone. I will enhance my powers before unleashing them on my enemies. My lyrics will stay in your mind like scars that last a lifetime. With the help of the microphone, I can convey my message strongly to the public. I carry a sharp instrument, sharpened in the temple of pyramids, and used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant. My assignment is to use the power of the sun to heat things up and destroy my enemies. I work with Shogun to create unforgettable music that is far more deadly than any weapon.

Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm 21st century crime for you being born US currency got me itchin my palms P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass I deal with this shit like it's my last So to speak what you say son go have a blast I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn First degree poetry Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets
I am prepared to fight anyone and anything that tries to harm me, just like a parent protects their firstborn child. My brain can create such powerful raps that they can blow away even the most talented MCs, like a sandstorm in the desert. The world we live in is full of crime and danger, and even the US currency is corrupting our minds. I am part of the P.L.O. clan and I follow their killer tactics, just like Park Hill's bravest warriors. I deal with these situations as if it were my last, so I make sure to give it my all. I am a poet and a creator of true art, and when I release my messages, I have the power to clear the streets. I have passed on my heat to my comrades, so I will end this piece with the knowledge that P.L.O. controls the streets.

Mentally I be ready, pass the machette My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery Goin through the struggle, trials, and execution This is my solution to this revolution Pay close attention, lyrical precision My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children '96 be buildin the stat or be killed in
I am always mentally prepared to fight, and I carry a machete for protection. My thoughts move quickly, like a race car in the Indy 500. I am racing through the poverty of the ghetto and taking risks because it's all about survival. I struggle every day, go through trials, and even risk execution, but that is the solution to this revolution. I urge you to pay close attention to my words because they are precise and deadly. My mind is my guide, and I observe and learn from every situation. I will teach knowledge to the children so that they can be wise and powerful. The year 1996 will be the time of building a new state, or we will be doomed.