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Intro: p.r.

Just the 3rd world
lines of communication
Understanding, all things must be clearly
For what they are not what they to be
360 degrees, understanding, equality,
Killarmy goin take you on flight, buckle up

[p.r.
The poet construct the rhyme
At a self-destruct in your deck
In your walkman or in your
Benzy box, box, comstock upon my block
Choppers hovering, bright got me on the spot
heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat
Vigilante rap, negociations to the street
Money, mountain gear boots, hanging from my feet
War is never pretty, get your face on concrete
Its like the worlds against me, forces
Use my urban resources, refuse to get
Off crosses, take no losses, the God wears that flosses
Next lp my teams all up in the sources

Like or not, we live in time of and uncertainty.
That is the way, he lived. that is he leaves us.

Aiyyo, my flashback to when I was trapped in mecca
In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off
To twist niggaz like cyclones
But now I'm in the worst part, the art
That watch the ghettos, that watch your buroughs
Because, you and your ten sat back
Philasticly, and analyzed it, my to be thorough
Like one of tiger woods, golf club
won the masters, by a landslide
So pass that grass green jacket
This way, so I can that a-way
On my way to the homes of the grains of
With king I divine, never smile you enter
The sector of the killa hill
Just be prepared for war and blood
there's no exit and no such thing as three men
You only got one man in this that we play for keeps
And there's definately no arcade, are sprayed
Through the streets you enter it's pitch black
Like the hallways in alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the
Of my baby girl nina, a verse, thats one in the

We today have in agreement to end the war
And bring peace honor in vietnam

prince]
Yo, yo, my lyrics strike like uranium
I speak with but calm
back nigga like the hunch back from notre dame
24 track flashbacks, the mind travel like time tracks
I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear
I fly like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist
Fight with fatal blows like the lotice
Though four time expansion at the wu-mansion
Wu-tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent lint
A lenchmen killed off henchmen
Scriptures of holy war, my dialog are unstoppable
Killarm, topicals are marvable
The lost lord of pitfighters,
back in the pitch room with dark fighters
I slaughter like saddam hussein, giving orders

5 ago saddam hussein started this cruel war against kuwait,
the battle has been joined.