Killarmy - Swinging Swords Lyrics
<chorus>These rhythms cant deface meHot rhythms stimulate meCant help but swing it boySwing it brother swingDont stop the beat thatsSlapped this foolish bratCome on swing me boysSwing it brother swing<9th prince-over chorus>Word up, lets take em to war, sonShow em how it should be doneIts real godYeah, yeahStimulate the brain cellsCheck it, check it<9th prince>Yo killarmy bounty killersIndustry kid shiversShells up through your liverDead corp float the riversMurderous style is superior from shaolin to nigeriaStalking through the monitorWith the wisdom for dynamical fessor (? )Lyrical kid in processorNat turner was my militant ancestorI capture your mind put in isolationControl the soul automationVictims became mechanical slaves againRead the east coast historianAs you oppose thisYour walking dead soldiers cant get close to thisI be splitting shit like mosesThen celebrate with guns n rosesI turn soundtracks into startracksMy tongue is symbolic to an axeI used to be caught up in the world of mad maxNow come against the consequence of the 9th princeI sit upon my throne and chop off domesThen send them home to your peoplesSo they can sew em<chorus-first half><dom pachino>Thoughts I generate like high forms of energyMy brains energeticUltramagnetic syntheticBurn like oilHigh octane let it drain upon the shaolin soilYou get trapped inside my rap coilsLike my phalanges rip the microphoneWhen I recite a war poemIts writen in my soldiers logIts a killarmy espionagePuerto rican mobster in camouflagePerform at the mirage my entourageGet the ticket through telecharge as I massage lyrics get enlargedGrenade particles rip through your fatigue articlesYou flee for shelterMy tre pound roundsll melt youLike camouflage vinyl in the force of delta<chorus-whole><killa sin-over chorus>What, what, one timeCome on, swing itBring it, whatKillarm, yeah, swing itThe gods gonna bring itReal, what<killa sin>Yo, yoYou either get down shut the ***** up or catch an uppercutRough enough to muffle up your jaw when we knuckle upKnuckle what? bacardi hit me harder than youYou crash dummies show respect when the gods is coming throughEyes swollen up the size of coconutsYour body folding upAllah the soldier struck and through the cut I walk and hold you upSit back hang from your hip like loose kanisTry to flip it on the strength of your wis and let you slideSavage eighty five trying to test sidesTrue were living thirty two shotsWere sending a rocket to your prisonCaught you bubblingLike a cold sore the money coming inJuggling the church and street life you got me wonderng and catch emI let allah bless emThats the questionYou dealing with a madmans professionSo choose your weapon<? -chorus heard in background>Word up, killarmyTaking yall to another war groundHold down the battlefield, word upShout outs to all my universal soldiersKillarmy, word upDeep space 9, the clan, word upSunz of manMy nigga high style, word upTo all the soldiers in all the fifty two planetsNew york, ohioPhiladelphia, word upMy anna locked down atlanta, for realLittle rock, miamiPittsburgh, word upWashington d.c., upstate for realTo all my juvenile niggas thats locked up in tober centerWord up, rykers islandPeace to big queen (? ) and supremeWord up the God and general wiseGeneral wahWord up to the last soldiersMy nigga islord still locked down in the jungle, sonWord up keep your sword up son, killarmy gonna represent this shit, sonWord up, peaceGet out of herePeace
