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Killarmy - Nonchalantly lyrics
KILLARMY - NONCHALANTLY LYRICS [9th Prince] Eh-yo, eh-yo.. 9th Prince, attack like Greg Valentine With a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammer Decrease ya stamina, verbal heart damager I'm half man, half monster like Bruce Banner Camouflage Scorpion vendetta with a black Beretta, serial killer Federal Expressman, FedEx, send deathbed letter, sticky cheddar Verbal terrorist, I'm livin in a street life of rage Machine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stage Iron junk, metal razor blades I cough Camouflaged for law, I'm raw like the Eagle Claw My tunes of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratory Whispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers callin me Rap battle cats trapped in combat We hijackin planes, it's Islord, strap me with the gat to your back Camouflage guerillas performin drive-bys up on ya gangstas Strapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault murder weapon 'll blow ya rips out ya mid-secion Chinese connection with the Wu-Tang perfection [Beretta 9] Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we movin in son Shark style, peep the fin, pushin through right Strip arm' Heismen, I thought we wise men Don't make us act a fool, keep a calm, cool collective A nice perspective, it only takes for one cat to disrespect his Or ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't know that everything's real like blue steel bein pulled out at a sold out concert? The crowd went berzerk, here come 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 'Allah Sees Everything', kid, check the obsticle Beretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable 9th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital 911 style, ShoGun cracked a smile Or push this cat innocent, through in the towel It's like life's insane, Dom P pop champagne And Is' came out of the crowd with 20 chains [Islord] Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntly Still hittin fiends off monthly Cuz this rap shit ain't feedin me My physical is lookin real good but my insides is cryin Fiendin to catch like fifty analog niggas off point And tear pockets, so stay still, tell ya crew Don't move cuz I got like fifty-five keepin it live Tight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at ya eye sockets Throwin ninety-nine joints at ya grill, you can't block it [P.R. Terrorist] Rebelious 1 who never like to carry small guns I like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for ya wig And any pig that try and confront me and my cig' That bomb is rigged, ready to explode, get blow to Madrid You and ya fam, you and ya mans and all of your kids Because I'm nuts, spill on my guts like dry heavin A fly even, cat that never split his pie even Get caught in my life of fire and die weezin And the man who seen it go down for no apparent reason Just breathin and believin that it's pockets that I be grazin He's deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes gleamin War ringin, diva bitch in my bed, she's soul singin With my mic, suckin it right, my son's outside slingin Beige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eatin the Halls I got a show, later tonight, I met into the mall I'll grab you somethin, if you see Fantasia tell her she frontin Cuz I had her way in my lab and didn't fuck nothin Life's somethin, somedays I be feelin like sniper's up in Writin somethin that'll change the whole world, the lightnin comin with this black ink all over these white sheets Run like a track meet with a fleet of killas and shit, don't even compete {*pause*} Yo.. In a herd of white wool, label the black sheep Tap dancin on fire, the kid with bronze feet Terrorist snatchin the track, leavin the gold teeth All you playas, killas, dogs, thugs - make it brief {*echoes*} |
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