Killarmy released numerous singles from 1995 to 1997, including "Swinging Swords" and "Camouflage Ninjas" as well as the Sunz Of Man collaborations "Wake Up" and "Soldiers of Darkness". The album Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars was released in 1997 just after the release of the Wu-Tang Clan's second album, as well as a 12" single containing two tracks from the album, "Wu-Renegades" and "Clash of the Titans". Shortly after the group's manager General Wise was shot dead in Steubenville, but the group pressed on undeterred, appearing on the Wu-Tang Killa Bees: The Swarm compilation and each making numerous appearances on other Wu-Tang projects from the Clansmen themselves and from other affiliates. The group's second album Dirty Weaponry was released in 1998 and the third, Fear, Love & War was released on September 11, 2001. In 2002, the group received some controversy following the Washington D.C. sniper attacks. On an episode of Tim Russert's Meet the Press, Russert and Montgomery County police chief Charles Moose stated that Killarmy influenced the shootings, and referenced a number of lyrics to support the claims. Despite the press attention, nothing materialized from the accusations. In 2002, Dom Pachino became the first group member to release a solo album, with Tera Iz Him. 9th Prince followed in 2003 with his solo debut Granddaddy Flow. ShoGun Assasson is rumored to be the next member to release a solo album.
Swinging Swords
Killarmy Lyrics
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These rhythms can't deface me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Can't help but swing it boy
Swing it brother swing
Don't stop the beat that's
slapped this foolish brat
Come on swing me boys
[9th Prince over Chorus]
Word up, let's take 'em to war, son
Show 'em how it should be done
It's real God
Yeah, Yeah
Stimulate the brain cells
Check it, Check it
[9th Prince]
Yo Killarmy bounty killers
Industry kid shivers
Shells up through your liver
Dead corpse float the rivers
Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria
Stalking through the monitor
With the wisdom for dynamical professor
Lyrical cannon processor
Nat Turner was my militant ancestor
I capture your mind put in isolation
Control the soul automation
Victims became mechanical slaves again
Read the East Coast historian
As you oppose this
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like Moses
Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses
I turn soundtracks into startracks
My tongue is symbolic to an axe
I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max
Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince
I sit upon my throne and chop off domes
Then send them home to your peoples
So they can sew 'em
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Dom Pachino]
Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy
My brain's energetic
Ultramagnetic synthetic
Burn like oil
High octane let it drain upon the Shaolin soil
You get trapped inside my rap coils
Like my phalanges rip the microphone
When I recite a war poem
It's written in my soldier's log
It's a Killarmy espionage
Puerto Rican mobster in camouflage
Perform at the Mirage my entourage
Get the ticket through Telecharge as I massage lyrics get enlarged
Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles
You flee for shelter
My tre pound rounds'll melt you
Like camouflage vinyl in the force of Delta
[Chorus]
[Killa Sin - Over Chorus]
What, what, one time
Come on, swing it
Bring it, what
Killarm, yeah, swing it
The Gods gonna bring it
Real, what
[Killa Sin]
Yo, yo
You either get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up
Knuckle what? Bacardi hit me harder than you
You crash dummies show respect when the Gods is coming through
Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts
Your body folding up
Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up
Sit back hang from your hip like loose Kani's
Try to flip it on the strength of your wis' and let you slide
Savage eighty five trying to test sides
True we're living thirty two shots
We're sending a rocket to your prison
Caught you bubbling
Like a cold sore the money coming in
Juggling the church and street life you got me wonderng and catch 'em
I let Allah bless 'em
That's the question
You dealing with a madman's profession
So choose your weapon
[Chorus]
[9th Prince heard in background]
Word up, Killarmy
Taking y'all to another war ground
Hold down the battlefield, word up
Shout outs to all my Universal Soldiers
Killarmy, word up
Deep Space 9, the Clan, word up
Sunz of Man
My nigga High Style, word up
To all the soldiers in all the fifty two planets
New York, Ohio
Philadelphia, word up
My Anna locked down Atlanta, for real
Little Rock, Miami
Pittsburgh, word up
Washington D.C., upstate for real
To all my juvenile niggas that's locked up in Tober Center
Word up, Ryker's Island
Peace to Big Queen (?) and Supreme
Word up the God and General Wise
General Wah
Word up to the last soldiers
My nigga Islord still locked down in the jungle, son
Word up keep your sword up son, Killarmy gonna represent this shit, son
Word up, peace
Get out of here
Peace
The song Swinging Swords by Killarmy is a powerful and impactful piece of music that delves deep into the realm of war and violence. The chorus of the song speaks about rhythms that elevate and cannot be subdued while the rappers then take the stage to showcase their skills. 9th Prince brings in his A-game by speaking of Killarmy bounty killers who are superior in their murderous styles from Shaolin to Nigeria. He mentions walking through the monitor with immense wisdom and cannon processor as well. Nat Turner, his militant ancestor inspires him and he controls the soul automation of the victims, turning them into mechanical slaves. The post-apocalyptic world of Mad Max used to consume him, but now he sits on his throne chopping off domes and sending them home to their people.
Dom Pachino is next on the verse and talks about how his thoughts generate high energy and his brain is ultramagnetic and energetic. He can burn like oil while reciting war poems and his phalanges rip the microphone. Next in the line-up is Killa Sin, who is as fierce and potent as his name suggests. He speaks of getting down or facing an uppercut, being rough and tough to make jaws swell up with a mere knuckle-up. He mentions his Savage eighty five and living thirty-two shots with ease. He takes pride in being a madman of his profession and tells listeners to choose their weapons.
Overall, Swinging Swords by Killarmy is a display of power, strength, and dominance in the face of adversity. The song is a commentary on the ways of the world when it comes to war and violence.
Line by Line Meaning
These rhythms can't deface me
The music won't bring me down
Hot rhythms stimulate me
I get inspired by the beats
Can't help but swing it boy
Can't resist dancing
Swing it brother swing
Keep on with the rhythm, don't stop dancing
Don't stop the beat that's slapped this foolish brat
Keep playing the music that's gotten me hyped up
Come on swing me boys
Keep on with the music, don't let it stop
Swing it brother swing
Keep on with the rhythm, don't stop dancing
Word up, let's take 'em to war, son
Let's give them a show
Show 'em how it should be done
Impress them with our skills
It's real God
It's authentic and pure
Yeah, Yeah
Agreement or enthusiasm
Stimulate the brain cells
Get intellectually engaged
Check it, Check it
Listen closely to the lyrics
Yo Killarmy bounty killers
Addressing Killarmy as a team of deadly soldiers
Industry kid shivers
Intimidating others in the music industry
Shells up through your liver
Violently attacking you
Dead corpse float the rivers
Leaving no survivors
Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria
Killarmy's violent style transcends borders
Stalking through the monitor
Monitoring enemy activities online or through screens
With the wisdom for dynamical professor
Using their knowledge to defeat opponents
Lyrical cannon processor
Using words as weapons
Nat Turner was my militant ancestor
Referencing one of their historical leaders
I capture your mind put in isolation
Controlling your thoughts
Control the soul automation
Taking full control of your being
Victims became mechanical slaves again
Making people subservient to their will
Read the East Coast historian
Study history to learn their methods
As you oppose this
As you resist their power
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
No one can stop them
I be splitting shit like Moses
Destroying barriers like Moses did to the Red Sea
Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses
Celebrating their achievements
I turn soundtracks into startracks
Transforming simple music into something remarkable
My tongue is symbolic to an axe
Their words are as powerful as weapons
I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max
Their past was full of chaos
Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince
Challenging anyone who dares to oppose them
I sit upon my throne and chop off domes
Ruling with deadly force
Then send them home to your peoples
Displaying their power to others
So they can sew 'em
So they can be buried
Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy
Their thoughts are powerful
My brain's energetic
They are intelligent and sharp
Ultramagnetic synthetic
Using their words to mesmerize others
Burn like oil
Their passion is intense
High octane let it drain upon the Shaolin soil
Their energy feeds off of their roots
You get trapped inside my rap coils
Their words can trap people
Like my phalanges rip the microphone
As they grab the mic, they show how fierce they can be
When I recite a war poem
Their words can incite violence
It's written in my soldier's log
They document their actions
It's a Killarmy espionage
Their tactics are secretive
Puerto Rican mobster in camouflage
They can blend in and go unnoticed
Perform at the Mirage my entourage
They have a strong support system
Get the ticket through Telecharge
Buy their tickets online
As I massage lyrics get enlarged
As they perfect their lyrics, their popularity grows
Grenade particles rip through your fatigue articles
Their words can destruct
You flee for shelter
Others fear them
My tre pound rounds'll melt you
Their bullets can destroy you
Like camouflage vinyl in the force of Delta
Their bullets can penetrate even sturdy fabric
You either get down shut the fuck up or catch an uppercut
Submit or suffer the consequences
Rough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle up
Their fists can be deadly
Knuckle what? Bacardi hit me harder than you
Their drinks are more potent than their opponents
You crash dummies show respect when the Gods is coming through
Only respect their power
Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts
Their fists can bruise severely
Your body folding up
Their punches can cause the body to collapse
Allah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you up
Their strikes are divinely inspired
Sit back hang from your hip like loose Kani's
Relax as they take control
Try to flip it on the strength of your wis' and let you slide
Trying to trick them won't work
Savage eighty five trying to test sides
Testing them will lead to dire consequences
True we're living thirty two shots
They are not afraid of violence
We're sending a rocket to your prison
They can attack even those in lockup
Caught you bubbling
Found a weakness in their opponents
Like a cold sore the money coming in
Their wealth is contagious
Juggling the church and street life you got me wondering and catch 'em
They are perplexed by others
I let Allah bless 'em
They leave their enemies in Allah's hands
That's the question
That's what they wonder
You dealing with a madman's profession
They are dangerously good at what they do
So choose your weapon
Choose your method of attack wisely
Word up, Killarmy
Addressing others in the group
Taking y'all to another war ground
Going into battle together
Hold down the battlefield, word up
Defend their territory strongly
Shout outs to all my Universal Soldiers
Acknowledging their team
Deep Space 9, the Clan, word up
Acknowledging their allies
Sunz of Man
Acknowledging their allies
My nigga High Style, word up
Acknowledging their friend
To all the soldiers in all the fifty two planets
Acknowledging their influence beyond Earth
New York, Ohio
Acknowledging their homeland and other states
Philadelphia, word up
Acknowledging another city
My Anna locked down Atlanta, for real
Acknowledging a person or a woman
Little Rock, Miami
Acknowledging other cities
Pittsburgh, word up
Acknowledging another city
Washington D.C., upstate for real
Acknowledging other regions
To all my juvenile niggas that's locked up in Tober Center
Acknowledging those who are imprisoned
Ryker's Island
Acknowledging a specific prison
Peace to Big Queen (?) and Supreme
Shout outs to specific people
Word up the God and General Wise
Shout outs to specific people
General Wah
Shout outs to specific people
Word up to the last soldiers
Acknowledging all those who are fighting alongside them
My nigga Islord still locked down in the jungle, son
Acknowledging a specific person who is in jail
Word up keep your sword up son, Killarmy gonna represent this shit, son
Encouraging others to keep fighting and representing their group
Word up, peace
Saying goodbye with respect
Get out of here
Slang for saying goodbye
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Leon Robinson
One of my favorite Killarmy tracks. This group was so underrated. Spitting bars with classic beats!!
HEAVENS PURGATORY
4th disciple was another level when this album came out.
Killa sin over a 4th disciple beat is one of the most under appreciated things in hip hop.
David Lopes
So true .
Digital Grove
Damn this song is like a time capsule blasting me back to the future!
Big Tone Breakdown
Yo, 23 years later and this joint is still napalm...🔥!
D-Nyce Smoove
Mad peace and love to the RZA 4 this ill shit.
2010cutta
THAT BILLIE HOLIDAY SAMPLE IS CRAZY
Yokhanan Dauid
Next to Pete Rock this is the best use of a Billie Holiday song
DIPESTER
Killarmy Never Dissapoints My High.
elvi84
real shit bring it back