Soldiers of Darkness
Sunz of Man Lyrics


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Attention Soldiers: Kill everyone and everythin!

Ha ha! (Yeah.) Another fuckin live ass track
From the Temple of Shaolin (What nigga?)
Word up. (Yeah.) Keep it real.
Killah Priest. You know I'm sayin?
The Prodigal Sunn. Sunz of Man.
Madman representin for the (Killarmy)
With Killa Sin (and Rzarectah).

Yo, yo, I gotta get a grip
And ends on life, I'm livin trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'f' it, shit is not real, as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions manifestin my thoughts
I manifest it, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine
To a spine, ain't no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm alone on the borough of Shaolin
For wildin, don't think of this piece when I be smilin
My heart's stone cold, it's what I own
For niggaz who brag, I break bones
Leave em ungagged and here to moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave em shooken up bad like when a quake hit
I got a steez-o that's raw, man
Another brother prevoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he bother to bother a father
Knowin forewell that he won't leave to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit
I'm sick when the God is on to get a grip

I brings a streakin iron flame, concealed in steel weapons
Clicks are shovelled deeper in the shallow trenches of eleven
I burst like lions through the eternal slaughter
Can I assume my human tranquility, well planted hits on the governor
Open, open, behold the gift designed to kill many men
I stick em for billiard pins
And caves your world in, flashin death like lightnin from the Heavens
Leavin rappers sufferin the thrist of a silent curse
I came from the Earth, when the planet was reversed
Here all the needles, see that he dies
Was he infected with drugs, completely in nine of his eyes
I chop off his feet, so that he can't walk the talk that he claims to stalk
I shower him with pitchforks and stack up dead corpses
A Soldier of the Darkness kidnap an MC for hostage then break loose on the
Stage
Tradin places like slaves bein traded, I'm under pressure
Thoughts be actin wild like a child molester
Madman terrorism, today's journalism
Goin to war across the country of another organism
Killarmy madness is how we killed em

Since the calculations title woke the life
Before the days of exploration, steady creation
Mental de-sources of the abomination
I emerged from the house upon your territory
This one, alias Sun of Man no longer can see Satan's bland
Years of ministry, bein fightin the wars of demon-ology
Soldiers of my direction writin your sins of reality
Lyrical space, the black me, I write, burn a satellite
I should jump deep beyond the depths of my innocite
Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
Avoidin the mothership, takin my last wif from this polluted-ness
Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire
Juggle-liars usin your brain from the lord sire
I tie our fuckin brain up with barbed wire
Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him talkin dim
Than the rims of Hell, afraid to walk
Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion
Symptoms of death, left ya chokin on your own breath
You better study your litter to seek a scripture
Biblical foe in scrolls, last in valor robes
Killah Priest precise, the lacenger 60 Second
Hell Razah blastin, overcome the oppression

Hawk in as the night darkens
You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm
Now you'll be done away like the unicorn with night time as my uniform
And death as my sword, the universal war lord
Sunz of Man came together for one accord
You can't read about it, it's not a myth
Here's a puncture to your rib -- for a gift
And only present I'm dealin with is now
The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaih
Layin bodies down by the layer
Burn em before the assembly
And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
They disguised me as brass before his prayers
And throw his words, be lost in the air
The reason you felt shame is because I've been on dame
I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin plane
And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
Don't ask me why, it's a fuckin hobby
Burn em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
Why? Because MC's are my foot stool

As you enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
Tote this, for those armed with dope shit
Focus, I blood shot your lyrics with sarotions
Ferocious sound effects -- brains go narcotious
Insanity enters humanity like an anime
Invade your central nervous system mathematically
Schimatic, I'ma panic, couldn't hold on to a tablet
Symatic, blood rushin through your system like an addict
Bomb glistenin, watch for the blow, I deliver it
Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent
Grabs your soul, magnetic flux beyond control
I'm leavin peeps civic a-moan, sellin soul to the totem pole
All your possesions I own for my own
The chemical, you clone, commotosis
The syndrome, the rip van the winkle, twinkle twinkle
You caught up with your days now, roland is a star
What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far
Not even the master chart would put ya




Arteries back apart, for the largest technique
Is so, ah, ah, ah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sunz of Man's song 'Soldiers of Darkness' communicate a sense of violent intensity and rage towards the world. The opening line commands attention with a demand for soldiers to 'kill everyone and everything', immediately signaling that the song is not for the faint of heart. The verses, delivered by various members of the Wu-Tang affiliated group, deal with themes of criminality, confrontation, and aggression. The imagery used is often brutal, invoking violence and death. The repetition of the phrase 'I gotta get a grip' throughout the song seems to suggest a struggle for control in a chaotic and unforgiving world. Ultimately, the message of 'Soldiers of Darkness' is one of rebellion against a corrupt society that has pushed its protagonists to the furthest extremes of violent resistance.


Line by Line Meaning

Attention Soldiers: Kill everyone and everythin!
The soldiers are commanded to kill all living and non-living things.


Yo, yo, I gotta get a grip
I need to regain control of my life.


But 'f' it, shit is not real, as well as hectic
I don't care because life is not real and it's also chaotic.


My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
I was born with the inclination to commit crimes.


I burst like lions through the eternal slaughter
I attack like a lion going for the kill during endless conflicts.


Madman terrorism, today’s journalism
The current state of media equates to madness and terrorism.


Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
I have dreams about myself during a solar eclipse.


Killah Priest precise, the lacenger 60 Second
Killah Priest is skilled and precise with his lyrical rhyme delivery in 60 seconds.


You can’t read about it, it’s not a myth
This is not a mythological tale, it’s real.




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Random Dude

[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm living trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'F' it, shit is mad real as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molesting my thoughts I manifested, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine
And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin for wilding
Don't think that it's peace when I be smiling
A heart stone-cold is what I own, for niggas who brag
I break bones leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo that's raw, man
Another brother provoked and gun-smoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he marvel the father of horror
Knowing full well that he won't live to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip

Ad

[Verse 2: 9th Prince]
I brings a streaking iron flame, like Hell was steeling Heaven
Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren
I rush like lions to the roaring slaughter
Then I assume my human facility, I plan a hit to the governor
Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men
I stick 'em for billiard pins
Like caving some world in, flashing death like lightning from the Heavens
Leaving rappers suffering the thirst of a silent curse
That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed
Here are the needles, see that he dies
From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes
I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk
I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse
A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage
Then break loose on the stage
Trading places like slaves being trained, I'm under pressure
Thoughts be acting wild like a child molester
Madman terrorism, today's journalism
Going to war across the country with another organism
Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em

[Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn]
Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of
Expiration, steady creation
Mental death, the source of the abomination
I emerge from the house upon your territory
This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend
Here's a ministry fighting wars of demonology
Soldiers have got knowledge, rewriting your sins of reality
Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite
I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight
Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
A-boarding the mothership, taking my last whiff from this polluted mess
Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire
Show alliance, using your brain from the lord sire
I tie your fucking brain up with barbed wire
Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned
To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk
Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion
Symptoms of death--left ya choking on your own breath
You better study your literature, seek the scriptures
Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes
Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60 Second
Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression

[Verse 4: Killah Priest]
Hearken as the night darkens
You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm
Now you'll be done away like the unicorn
With night time as my uniform
And death as my sword, the universal warlord
The Sunz of Man came together for one accord
You can't read about it, it's not a myth
Here's a puncture, to your rib, [pshaw] for a gift
And the only present I'm dealin' with is now
The supreme slayer, I wrote the Book of Isaiah
Layin' bodies down by the layer
Burn 'em before the assembly
And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
They have disguised me as brass before his prayers
And though his words be lost in the air
The reason you felt chained is cause I've been ordained
I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin' plane
And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
Don't ask me why--it's a fuckin' hobby!
Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
(Why?) Because MCs are my footstool

[Verse 5: 60-Sec. Assassin]
You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
Tote this, but don’t overdose it
Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis
Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"
Insanity enters humanity like an enemy
Invade your central nervous system like an advent
Mathematically schematic, I'ma panic
Couldn't hold on to a tablet
Semantic, goes through your system like an addict
Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it
Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent
Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control
I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl
All your possessions I own for my own
The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome
The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle
You caught up with your days now, organism star
What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far
Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart
From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd....



All comments from YouTube:

Farmageddon Records (Official)

Hip-Hop will never touch these levels again.

Thrill Finesse

Yes they will

Amy Dee

Farmageddon Records (Official) The whole GRISELDA click is killin it right now....Watch out for RJ Payne

Tosh Akoman

I agree they destroyed our art 😠

Luciano

Best Horrorcore with diary of a madman

Peter Seman

@Amy Dee but, he can´t even hit the beat :D

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Jason Scheier

Pure unfiltered, raw uncensored, poetic, bulletproof wu banger. The science and construction of this track is undoubtedly one of the greatest tracks produced by Rza. Wu Tang, Killarmy, Sunz of Man will be forever.

TLRBRO TLRBRO

Fucking right brother!! This may be unknown, even by generic wu fans, but god damn this is definitely one of the hardest wu bangers out there mad respect to killarmy an the sunz of man

Arturito Sanshiro

hmmm... That was 4th Disciple my man!

Random Dude

[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm living trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'F' it, shit is mad real as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molesting my thoughts I manifested, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine
And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin for wilding
Don't think that it's peace when I be smiling
A heart stone-cold is what I own, for niggas who brag
I break bones leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo that's raw, man
Another brother provoked and gun-smoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he marvel the father of horror
Knowing full well that he won't live to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip

Ad

[Verse 2: 9th Prince]
I brings a streaking iron flame, like Hell was steeling Heaven
Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren
I rush like lions to the roaring slaughter
Then I assume my human facility, I plan a hit to the governor
Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men
I stick 'em for billiard pins
Like caving some world in, flashing death like lightning from the Heavens
Leaving rappers suffering the thirst of a silent curse
That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed
Here are the needles, see that he dies
From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes
I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk
I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse
A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage
Then break loose on the stage
Trading places like slaves being trained, I'm under pressure
Thoughts be acting wild like a child molester
Madman terrorism, today's journalism
Going to war across the country with another organism
Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em

[Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn]
Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of
Expiration, steady creation
Mental death, the source of the abomination
I emerge from the house upon your territory
This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend
Here's a ministry fighting wars of demonology
Soldiers have got knowledge, rewriting your sins of reality
Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite
I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight
Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse
A-boarding the mothership, taking my last whiff from this polluted mess
Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire
Show alliance, using your brain from the lord sire
I tie your fucking brain up with barbed wire
Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned
To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk
Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion
Symptoms of death--left ya choking on your own breath
You better study your literature, seek the scriptures
Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes
Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60 Second
Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression

[Verse 4: Killah Priest]
Hearken as the night darkens
You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm
Now you'll be done away like the unicorn
With night time as my uniform
And death as my sword, the universal warlord
The Sunz of Man came together for one accord
You can't read about it, it's not a myth
Here's a puncture, to your rib, [pshaw] for a gift
And the only present I'm dealin' with is now
The supreme slayer, I wrote the Book of Isaiah
Layin' bodies down by the layer
Burn 'em before the assembly
And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
They have disguised me as brass before his prayers
And though his words be lost in the air
The reason you felt chained is cause I've been ordained
I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin' plane
And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
Don't ask me why--it's a fuckin' hobby!
Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
(Why?) Because MCs are my footstool

[Verse 5: 60-Sec. Assassin]
You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
Tote this, but don’t overdose it
Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis
Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"
Insanity enters humanity like an enemy
Invade your central nervous system like an advent
Mathematically schematic, I'ma panic
Couldn't hold on to a tablet
Semantic, goes through your system like an addict
Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it
Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent
Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control
I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl
All your possessions I own for my own
The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome
The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle
You caught up with your days now, organism star
What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far
Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart
From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd....

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