Dress to Kill

Lyrics

[Intro: reporter] We are at war with the enemy we can't see A brutal conspiracy of assassination Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and mass murders [Intro: a woman with no identified language] [Intro: reporter] There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire It is a world war lead by holy men, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause. Their strategy is worldwide terrorism [Intro: different Killarmy members] It's time to go to war, niggas Get the bulletproof vests, niggas Word up [Chorus: 9th Prince] (x4) Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots Military gear and go out like troops [Verse 1: Killa Sin] Yo, yo, yo All rhymes is mad raw nigga, metaphors pour from my jaws Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors It's war, for all you rap acts with wack comebacks I pack gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact Like that kid strikes to yo' knot, one shot I bang slang to yo' brain, get you open off top On some What What! nigga, take that and then some Sin's dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums I yum hum lyrical tunes that boom Crush consume brains Leaving your veins sporting puncture wounds Aim and pop, blazing hot Glock Grazing ya knot, cock the killshot It's millitant, bomboclaat Ya, wan test nigga Best be on meths, G I blast fast and shatter that ass just like Plexiglas Fool, last tool shiped with dime Homicide collide with energized thoughts from Park Side Apartheid Split yo' flesh from yo' chest My complex style be wild, 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust TEC's [Verse 2: 9th Prince] Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven Strapped with the holy MAC-11's We turn to devils and poison your reverends Razor blade stashed inside the Bible Stalk through the church like a madman on arrival I conquered your armor in the battle of honor, seven-men contra Dead man because the war strategy fight his bomber My thoughts is elevated, ours liberated So keep this in mind, my switchblade double-bladed I take off the heads of those who worship Adam and Eve From the garden of Eden, follow the prince of thieves I ain't the God-U, I'm a lyrical burglar A surprise of killin' like Cain did the first murder Chorus (x4): Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots Military gear and go out like troops [Verse 3: Shogun Assassin] Silent Weapons, instruments of combat Used in quiet wars when I attack MC's become P.O.W.'s, missing in action Shogun the Assassin, strikes with rage when I engage In street wars with neighborhood drug lords Legendary weaponry like crossbows Bows and arrows get aimed at foes And penetrates trough the skin but first through your clothes My platoon's uniform is Timbo's and camo's Night's dark 'cause you're being followed by dark shadows Commandos with heavy ammo We are the men of war, refugees from Jeff County Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes Chorus: Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots Military gear and go out like troops [Outro: Islord] Run with the killa and the Clan, I came with the scam A full proof plan to dead the coloured men [Outro: Dom Pachino] Climate using rays from the sun Dom Pachino, Madman, assassinate tracks with Shogun...