Army Brigade

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Timbo King] Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a parade A dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aid Medical, Royal government, the federal Knight to King-Bishop 3, my move is jetting you It's actual, a scientist that's grafting you What you think? That's the question that I'm asking you Bomb material, you die from the radiation Royal Fam/Ill Base, what? Affiliation Collision, crashing niggas like a test dummy Accident meant to happen, you rest ugly Dressed in armament, fight like barbarians Slaughtering heads, we got connections with the aliens Royal, down to earth like soil 450 Fahrenheit, I make the mic boil [Verse 2: Dark Denims] My raps slaughter everything just like Jamel the poet Bring the light, I be the king to knight when I swing the mic You grow wings of flight like Nike Airs, beware! I might tear through your right ear with a nightmare Grow white hairs on your cranium 'Cause I'm draining 'em, staining 'em, steel is titanium Brutalize computer guys that utilize statistics Snap their necks like dipsticks for wearing lipstick Blends quick like defence, syllables in sequence Intents to bomb police precincts Forceful destructor, reality instructor conductor Puncture the structure of corruptors Lyrical master, I blast until your disaster Faster than NASA, get ghost like Casper After that, flip off tracks like an acrobat Phat raps that's cleaner than clothes out of a laundry mat Me and Timbo leave rappers in limbo Vocal crescendo blows your style out the window Damn, brothers is foul like spoiled ham Oil grams, the Royal Fam eating up your ground like the oil man [Verse 3: True Master] When you least expect is when I attack In fact your format is not yet suitable for combat Still dissident factions in the kingdom Campaign desperate attempts to take you freedoms Emphatically, wack strategies don't impress me Impulsiveness'll bring a fucking tragedy, test me Descent to the essence quickly, niggas strictly flip Fucking with this Royal assembly His majesty summoned me, the Chief Administrator of the Law True Master of this hardcore Art of War I explore the depths of conflict with no pretense Found the best strategy, the most aggressive defense So when you rush to attack, it be I To crush your forces and exhaust your supplies Don't send for reinforcements, give orders for men to maintain their respective borders Or it's a goddamn slaughter [Verse 4: Stoneface AKA Sharecka] Yo, my technical terms is like bacterial germs Simpirials learned, gats get serious burns You managed the damage, lyrical skills left your brains banished Your soul vanished, but your body's on the same planet Down some 40s, hoodies, fatigues, Timbs and shorties Buttoned up Tommy's, captured your boat low and naughty The life I'm living, giving material religions Slugs in vision, not a nasty to fast decision Sleek, we creep, tight, deep like a coalition They'll be more visions, the specialists, medics, morticians I gets your business, get your petition an attorney I'm on this journey, Heaven or Hell don't concern me Walk through your mental, gentle styles, magnetic weapons Kinetic sinister, minister of theories and epics My flow's wet like oral sex in a skin flick MAC-10s flip, advantage, flip and start to trim shit Your rim's split, gat, big pump, you have to Bullets passing the draft, blasting one, will catch you Minds deserted, kick rhymes, nines is bursting Crimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses