Galactics

Lyrics

[Intro 1: 'War and Peace' sample] I can still remember the day when my father told me that wars always started by the ego and ambitions of one person "War is the worst thing and unfortunately one of the most essential things in the world", he said My father was definitely a very eccentric person and as a boy I was too young to understand why my father constantly spoke about how and why wars began Especially when we lived in the most beautiful and peaceful place in the world [Intro 2: Dom Pachino] Killarm '98 This LP's a banger Yeah [Chorus: Dom Pachino] Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy In your continent, in your state, in your city Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks Killarmy in your galaxy In your continent, in your state, in your city Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty [Verse 1: Islord] Yo, what's the science on them crab ass niggas out here In this rap shit turning this shit into some fucking acting shit Step into my chamber, I hang ya Like a stranger out to dry with the mic cord Wrapped around your neck like 2 times, designed To leave you breathless to the point where you passed out Flat-lined and simple-minded ass cats Get your fingers snapped back out of place And dislocated, reaching for that mic device, kid I'm nice [Verse 2: Beretta 9] Yo, we never timid, break the speed limit, state laws And glass jars and fake malls, burst pause, we take jaws Wise guys who want a prize guy we snatch mics Pitch strike turn out the light, Mathematics strikes a site Make me ball my fist tight, we wild every night Bump shoulders, clubs over, 9th Prince started to fight With this analogue, who lacked the dialogue Bashed his dome with the Smirnoff Now we squaring off razor sharp face off Killarmy cut, pushing through like what Always posted up, double edge leave you with a Buck-53, nigga [Chorus: Dom Pachino] Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent In your state, in your city, take 'em to war Throw your grenades, this shit is gritty, roll in tanks Carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent In your state, in your city, take 'em to war Throw your grenades, this shit is gritty [Verse 3: Dom Pachino] Terrorist, arch nemesis this is my testament Eternal life is through the mind, the first element The first to settle it, the first to pull the metal The first to defeat the Devil, the first to take it to that level Feel the volume, adjust the levels, enqueue the treble The first and last rebel crush a stone into a pebble Dunk the track in holy water, baptise My rhyme is slaughter, ice ventura, mental explorer my godly aura Star bright light up your life like night light Heard you wanna fight, return your ass twice mental and physically [Verse 4: 9th Prince] Yo, the last star fighter, pigeon-toed soldier, Northern exposure Build with Noah, Asiatic composer, mic killer, black thrower To retrieve renegade envoy, seek and destroy Any man that speaks with the fantasies of paranoid 9th Prince trapped in a time zone at 1751 We bury a 100 corpse in Rome, Prince Saddam is cloned Lyrical arthritis contagious to the bone I rhyme Battlestar Galactica, Terrorist met a contractor Scarfaces are a mass of courage, weak lyricists perish I cut coverage, physical frame built to the total package Razor blades so sharp it'll slice your eyelashes Rappers gossip while I speak gospel Like the teachers of Christ and the Apostles The mind and matter are deep into the science I smother MC with pillow, let him die in silence [Chorus: Dom Pachino] Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent In your state, in your city, take 'em to war Throw your grenades, this shit is gritty, roll in tanks Carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent In your state, in your city, take 'em to war Throw your grenades, this shit is gritty, roll in tanks Carry shanks while y'all niggas shoot blanks Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent In your state, in your city, take 'em to war Throw your grenades, this shit is gritty This shit is gritty So gritty [Outro: 'Spawn' sample] But always warriors feel events turning around them Spiralling, closing in Some sit and wait too long Others listen to their instincts and prepare