Trilogy
Killarmy Lyrics


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(Beretta 9)
Eh yo
Dead smacked, the middle of war
One gun, one clip, one man and fan of some shit
Eh yo, it's deep, mad slugs comin at me
Should I say, "Fuck it"?
Kick the bucket, get out this duck shit
Knowin in my mind that it's not my time
I live 3 sides back, coward? Nah, I got 9
Should I flip the clip? Should I run for the whip?
Should I go for the kill? Should I make it a skit?
I took a breather, caught my wind
Bust 2 shots, spend dough, damn, lost one Timb, man, fuck it!
Shot once more and again, 5 left, shit's real
I fell out, bustin my 10
Shook it off, jumped up, kid, just my luck
Another gum mister posted up right by the truck
Where the snitchin? I gave him all 5 then I grabbed his gun
This cat forgot about the safety (How could you look to be that dumb?)
Laughin, ready for blastin, hype click chess llam' man
One nigga left and I'm ready to ask him
"What did you think? What the fuck did you drink?"
Shot touchin him slow, than I made an escape

(Chorus: Beretta 9)
It's like, for real kid, livin the life, it's like trilogy
Part 1, part 2, 3, I guess it's meant to be
Cuz that's the way it be, forever will I be
Wise to the fact that it's all real

(Prodical)
I used to chill with Shaquille and Talil, ill out in Brownsville
Robbin everythin walkin and breathin up in Cypress Hill
Skillful criminals kept automatics and gadgets
And any tragic, day and night, they ran havoc
Caught up in the wombs of Brooklyn
It's dusty, cold blooded, the block flooded
Jay robbin niggas for their budget
Him and his son, on the run, sellin jums and guns
Havin fun, becomin well known for packin chrome
In '86, shackin up with this bitch
Him and his click, 1 and 6, stackin cheddar like bricks
But as time flew, they caught a soldier on the Avenue
Eternal revenues lead Jakes to Langston Hughes
Raped his moms lab, they got the tab and where's that crab
nigga Jab? Send a scab to wrath there, he ate a bloodbath
They found his corpse up in B-Boy Projects
No objects, no suspects, broken neck with a holey vest
Another case of homicide, unsolved
He should've known to never get involved with the brawl
He lost it all





(Chorus)

Overall Meaning

In the first verse, Beretta 9 raps about being in the middle of a war with only one gun, one clip, and one man. He contemplates whether to fight or give up and "kick the bucket." In the end, he chooses to fight and takes out his attackers one by one until only one remains. He asks the last survivor what he was thinking and then shoots him. The chorus reflects the idea that the lifestyle of violence and crime is like a trilogy that is meant to be and it's all too real.


The second verse is rapped by Prodical and gives a glimpse into the world of crime and violence in Brooklyn. He recalls chilling with Shaquille and Talil, robbing people in Cypress Hill with skillful criminals who carried automatics and gadgets. He talks about the harsh reality of life on the block, where the cold-blooded rule and Jay robs people for their budget. Time eventually catches up with these criminals, and they are caught by the police. One of them is killed in a bloodbath, and the case remains unsolved. The verse shows the dark reality of crime and how it ultimately leads to a loss of everything.


Line by Line Meaning

Dead smacked, the middle of war
In the thick of a war where death seems imminent


One gun, one clip, one man and fan of some shit
A lone soldier with little equipment but filled with conviction and loyalty


Mad slugs comin at me
Bullets are flying at him relentlessly


Should I say, "Fuck it"?
He contemplates giving up and succumbing to death


Knowin in my mind that it's not my time
He believes it's not his time to die yet


Bust 2 shots, spend dough, damn, lost one Timb, man, fuck it!
He loses a boot and wastes money while trying to fend off attackers


This cat forgot about the safety (How could you look to be that dumb?)
His opponent is foolish for neglecting to turn off the safety on his gun


One nigga left and I'm ready to ask him
Only one enemy remains and he's prepared to interrogate him


What did you think? What the fuck did you drink?
He wants to know why his opponent foolishly decided to fight him


It's like, for real kid, livin the life, it's like trilogy
Life seems to be broken down into parts or chapters, like a trilogy


Part 1, part 2, 3, I guess it's meant to be
The divisions of his life into parts seem to be predestined or fated


Cuz that's the way it be, forever will I be
He accepts that life will always be divided into parts or phases


Skillful criminals kept automatics and gadgets
Criminals in his area are well-trained and well-equipped


Havin fun, becomin well known for packin chrome
They take pleasure in carrying guns and become popular for it


Another case of homicide, unsolved
Another murder goes unsolved and the killer is at large


He lost it all
A person who had everything ended up losing everything due to involvement in criminal activity




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