Lyrics:
Yo, uh-huh, Nah, nah, nah, you know how to feel the deal baby?
We gon' strike (Killarm' '9-9, 2000)
There's gon be a monster when we give birth
of it
Tune of the Black Knight Killarm Killarm Killarm
[Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]
Contemplate on how to run this shit
Universally
Duck from the po-9, blast 30 rounds for my comrades
Cocktail bomb, my Killarm' rag'll launch that
Complex, gin X intellect, intercept the mic with
(Word up, you know the time, son?)
Word up (Terrorist) Killarm'
(Killarm', 2G) One love, two loves
what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
what they supposed to do
The limelight
Snatched away from you because it's my night
Killarm blaze inside of the twilight
You better get ya lines right
in my crowd
Steve Rifkin feel 'em proud, Wu made it loud
Now them nine can't relax, Killarm' throw swords on tracks
Unite my Kingdom, Family Royal
killed off hitler's henchmen
Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable
Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable
The lost lord
floor
And hear the crowd roar
Pandemonium, Killarm selling out in stores
Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores
Screaming hip-hop, is
tri-state cream
To travel right, fleein' the scene
Team fights with the livest MC's
So, Killarm, strike your moment of silence
Live degrees, well you're
closely from the rear
On ya trip home, ya niggas'll run up in ya, leave 1 in ya dome
Run at the front door of ya king dome
Killarm' we bomb dead arm
the Jakes, red alert
They got trampled on, a cop lost one arm
Killarm' still live on stage on "Red Dawn"
Eh-yo, where "The Obsticle"? Anything's possible
the force of Delta
[Chorus]
[Killa Sin - Over Chorus]
What, what, one time
Come on, swing it
Bring it, what
Killarm, yeah, swing it
The Gods gonna bring it
blood
blood for blood
(Beretta 9)
Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid
a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it's sexist
surrender yo'
Sin>
Word up, Killarm '96
Killa Sin, word up
9th Prince
The saga continues
For real though gotta let these niggas know
To the rounds in the cut, all
strangers
Killarm saddam we're built with golden arms
Prophesies about the black bomb, we drop, bodily harm
The shot graze ya, who snitched the cops neighbors
Rock the camo', I got the ammo
A long shot, look like I play for the Knicks
So call me Rambo, Beretta 9, Killarm' recon' (Digital)
Rob me, I might rob
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