"what is your style and what is your " "the soldier, and military style." "oh? so may be a war."
[killa soldiers Yo, yo
Automatically I supreme, laser beam tracks and graze your brain Hit spleen, ricochet and decay, exit clean a lies, cries, complies Close your eyes soldier's Look the skies though the soul roll with pride A few unmilitant names who misbehave Killarmy rushin the stage in jiggy waves The bee ministry forms another industry Physically recoffin and killin any savage Solidify negative vibes are liquified by the Prolly find bastards in gaseous regiment For in all illified elements soldiers, combine the sacred seven men
[dom In the industries tryin to diminish me Finish me, mercenaries go on a spree The art of war, plannin a is risky Like an armed struggle, shots flingin and they missed me I'm immune to tight situations Manuverin is my formation to different If I get caught I been gotten That means the plan I was wasn't stable I gotta go to the drawing table And start from scratch rearranging the map Changin the blueprints, make sure no been tapped In fact son, that must've been the Take the horns off the hook, we gonna do this solemn In us we and when the narcs came and rushed Ain't no time to discuss, grab our God and bust I roll with the unit, 360 degrees Tight an ovary, ain't no more casualties Bein reputed, we reign undisputed
[shogun Yo kill to protect and arm myself intellect Life is on edge cause I serve at the in the army I come the new wu order and documented notes The battlesite, planet earth, stabbin niggas Attack the like a virus with no anidotes There is no war on the devil's community Zero in and I catch a I see a valley of men castin on those who did sins 19 strong, appear in your atmosphere in military gear Camouflaged commandos, outlaws, desperados the world by storm Operation come and devil city Seek and destroy The worship of light, skull and bones was the devil's Twelve whipped cardinals and one
[9th Yo arabian killarmy left on the battlefield revealed Soldiers sport navy for pella fighter in armored jet planes I burn hotter propane suit is stained with bloodstains from soldier's remains The red army, movin the desert on camels and black horses Camouflaged fortress, four horsemen blowin out of proportion I'm trapped in a line of fire, all our desires be inside the are sharp like barbed wires Vocal shit the air like On gunpowder like april showers pillow with skies in range rovers Soulful soul controller I jehovah left the sash as closure of wars Battlegrounds by lords armed with swords I seven miles away from kuwait Where runs dry through rivers and fountains On weekends catch me heads at the caucus mountains