Fair, Love and War

Lyrics

[Intro: Killa Sin] Yeah, word up One time, one time Killarm, Killarm Beretta 9, Killa Sin, Dom Pachino, word up Shogun the Assasson All's fair in love and war Yo, the saga carries on, word up, military time [Verse 1: Killa Sin] I got a long time love for slugs thug life tricks and pit fights Jet black Ac's with fat ass kicks, that's the shit, right We jettin' to the roof with a tres duce aimed at Jesus Residentials that let loose with spent shells We share a giggle and a Heineken We sitting on the corner with my niggas yelling, "Killa kick a rhyme again" Yo, so then I bust 'em down with verbs and nouns Bombing they brain cells like herb, words attack 'em like a German hound We spark a freestyle session with a beat from 4th's collection Full Moon, yeah, kid, no question Yo, the cipher's over now [?] and star play Ring around the hosey and mosey down to Tarjay for Margie Crazy thick bitch who suck dick on the down With a sheisty ass click from tres pound, clown This is an ordinary day around my way when niggas spray shots And Killa stray shots and hit up gay cops [Verse 2: Beretta 9] I attack shit, multiple shots storm the medic Beretta 9, my chamber be pain, no anesthetic Nightmares, visions of death, catch a flashback This gunfire out of control, I'm getting sent back Hell no, pave my way back to the foxhole for ammo In enough shit to bury Rambo I cock back, releasin' all shit for the bootcamp Plus worker laying in dirt thinking the Earth they be drilling Cats be amped up for action Going to war no time for relaxing Fists or handguns, it doesn't make a difference Adjusts my sights as thoughts become relentless Intelligent how I came to bomb your regiment Beretta 9 my chamber be hard like rock sediment Blast on herbs, shake Serbs with deadly words The pain's intense like I'm swinging on your nerves [Verse 3: Dom Pachino] Push the trigger, suddenly it bring new clarity Nights like day magnified 3.2 time design combine with steel wind to blow your mind Counter terrorism with precision Armed with smoke bombs to blur your vision like cataracts My green team attacks your format My manifold is combat on war grounds or on DATs It's my nature, Killarmy legislator Leaving broken arrows in backs of traitors My platoon's filled with black berets and painted faces High speed car chases and soldiers with war faces Specially trained in rugged terrain, grains of the Earth Hot, cold and humid temperatures that make barometers burst Who came first? God or the Universe? Uniting energy through my tongue and through the Sun [Brreak: Reporter & Expert] War is never pretty But there is something dirty and disturbing about today's world conflict Because today's battles are fought with the dark art of terrorism Uh, it's very hard to maintain the emotional and political zeal that's needed to kill lots of people [Verse 4: Shogun Assassin] You been to Shogun's realm, I stand as a military helm Gone on a World War tour, I catch a flashback from Iraq That's when I start terrorizing tracks Killing MCs with platinum stacks and death wax My torture chamber's filled with anger, the executioner of Lucifer Swords chop razor sharp like the blade of Excalibur Slashing at your fat jets you do or die Men before parachutes see with wounded eyes I be your war God to the dark side Witness how soldiers fall and die [Outro: reporter] Lives are being lost Around the globe each flashpoint has its own personality A border dispute here, a displaced homeland there A greedy politician or drug lord almost everywhere But whether the location is South America or South Yemen there is a Connection between many of these struggles They are angry conflicts of desperate people who feel they have neither the resources nor the clout to fight their enemies at the negotiating table So they take their negotiations to the street