body still lays with the war from years before and your mother needs you now more than ever can you get me out of this place away from this world away from these killing fields
fucking warlord, blood-stained floors I'm the opposite of pure drugs [? ] war [Verse 2: Trademarc] You want the god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur A piece
will be looking For you to kill When the war comes crowned king I will be When the war comes I will slaughter the enemy When the war comes on the field
em in a pile And burn em with the novels for the kids then to admire KIll the ones that speak from a different life Brewin other killer noise makin the
crotch Stop and drop Fuck watching my video nigga, check me out on cops I kill like that, I kill like that, I kill like that, I kill like that... (da
tethered, the light from countless burning brands illumining the night, many warriors standing, weapons in hand... aye, all sword fodder. Entwined in war-fogs... Entwined by war
young nigga, rather have your soul, Mercenery, the [? ] truck waiting up at [? ] Don't kno where ya from, but it's straight up war here, Yeah my Haitian
for the name G My lyricism amplifies every letter written +Rip the Jacker+ spittin' inside a Zero Vector System Murder murder murder, kill kill kill drills
more ugly than Coolio when his hair frizzin My mind's a Warfield like Marsha or Justin Psychosis be exploding by spontaneous combustion (kill all my) Kill
live your last moments waving goodbye, desperately Having a nice day while we're swinging from gallows perched atop Fool sit still, watch them, please take your? Spill on through killing fields
im the matrix with the code for smallpox rapist Out of all shots mine are worn from hit 'n' runs, caught 'em mixtapeless Straight from limbo where the
slow pain See flames but fuel the fire like propane (Evidence: now hold that) keep that lock and less beats War's not the word to play its like peace
in my changer getting high yo from the sounds Juice and DJ lace the track we blowing up foe trick not down thinking of lyrics from the past I'm making
Okay we go out in the streets and we get the word We hit up anybody that we think selling them birds Them fuckin moolignanis don't want no war' C4 them
s the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? Homicide Harldem, BLAOW!, what's the problem? [Verse 2] It's like Cambodia the killing fields
a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live
to have you in pain suf-suf-suffer chinese water torture, my word is water [Ikon the Verbal Hologram] four score, the verbal hologram is verbal war Chinese
