Pain

Lyrics

[Intro Sample] "You'll feel some pain, but I know, you can here me" "Get out of my head" *gun shot* What, ("You feel some pain..") It's like this, what, what Check it out, yo [Verse 1: Shogun Assasson] This is war, niggas, a duel to the death You better make sure your swords sharp and you got a lion heart 'Cause I strike for the throat And stab them with a deadly note That pierces the eardrums Dose off the equilibrium, now you're stunned Another victim of the Shogun, a spinal tap to the cerebrum So, go ahead, try to run in advance 'Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance Ready to behead you, dead you Rid your body of a soul, and make it an empty vessel Because your rhymes ain't punctual Not actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you [Verse 2: Islord] Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo, check this Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus Towards y'all weak motherfuckin' analog niggas Tryin' to come into the mist of my Digital shit You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone And a spike, 'cause I don't like snake niggas in my eyesight 'Cause I'm so agile and so quick to pull My razorblade sharp sword out the case And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with No traces left behind, where the body was laid out For the coroners to figure out That it was one swing by the guillotine That decapitated his head from his shoulders [Verse 3: Beretta 9] Yo, we holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire Or pristine slugs that penetrated your entire Physical, that left niggas critical Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin' nine planets digable With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine M-M stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin' I sincerely love Allah Mathematics, camouflage fabrics I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black Asiatic Lickin' multiple shots at your motherfuckin' attic [Scratches] Get out of my head [Verse 4: 9th Prince] Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like Steve Austin Seven horsemen, Wu ninjas move across coarse sands I murder niggas with my bare hands It's darkness in the Wu-caves We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty waves like a raid My pistol has an infrared, Desert Eagle Loiter or lead, blast the brains out of apple heads I leave MCs and DJs on twin set deathbeds Underworld status, the Black Knight like Gladys Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like galactics Beretta 9 the killin' machine Shogun Assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams Killa Sin will kill again with the same knife The Thief of Baghdad could steal your life P.R. Terrorist and Prince Saddam rules the middle-eastern region It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggas is badly bleedin' [Verse 5: Killa Sin] Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time Keepin' on the standby flight and blow the crowd with their hands high From Now Y, amplify sounds shut the coliseum down First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown Light brown, dick 'em down Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic With satellites, tri-state cream To travel right, fleein' the scene Team fight with the livest MCs So, Killarmy, strike your moment of silence Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off That's the reason why your legion fell off You popcorns wanna be war pawns The war's on now, and Al Pachino won the last of red dawn Open mic session, bury you Spark a party up, something terrible The pain that my niggas bring forth is unbearable Yo, I'm tellin' you, it's….da fuck