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Intro: p.r.

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

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

Like or not, we in time of danger 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, watch your five buroughs
Because, you and your ten sat back
Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be
Like one swing of tiger woods, club
That won the masters, by a
So pass that grass green cashman
This way, so I can that a-way
On my way to the of the grains of shaolin
With king I divine, never smile you enter
The sector of the hill 10304
Just be prepared for war and shed
Because there's no exit and no thing as three men
You got one man in this game that we play for keeps
And there's no arcade, bullets are sprayed
Through the streets you gotta enter it's pitch
Like the hallways in alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the
Of my girl nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse

We have concluded in agreement to end the war
And bring peace with in vietnam

prince]
Yo, yo, my lyrics strike like bombs
I with authority but calm
Bent back nigga like the hunch from notre dame
24 track flashbacks, the mind travel like time tracks
I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear
I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme
Fight with fatal blows the white lotice
Though this four time at the wu-mansion
Wu-tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent lint
A lenchmen killed off hitler's
Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are
Killarm, camouflage topicals are
The lost lord of pitfighters,
Left back in the pitch room dark fighters
I slaughter like saddam hussein, killing orders

5 months ago saddam hussein this cruel war against kuwait,
Tonight the battle has joined.