[Intro: 9th Prince]
Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!
Ha ha! Another [yeah] fucking live-ass track from the Temple of
[Shaolin monks] Shaolin! [yeah] What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it
Real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm saying? [yeah] The Prodigal
Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representing for the Killarmy
The Killa Sin, [ha] the RZArector....
[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm living trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'F' it, shit is mad real as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molesting my thoughts I manifested, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine
And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin for wilding
Don't think that it's peace when I be smiling
A heart stone-cold is what I own, for niggas who brag
I break bones leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo that's raw, man
Another brother provoked and gun-smoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he marvel the father of horror
Knowing full well that he won't live to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip
Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!
Ha ha! Another [yeah] fucking live-ass track from the Temple of
[Shaolin monks] Shaolin! [yeah] What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it
Real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm saying? [yeah] The Prodigal
Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representing for the Killarmy
The Killa Sin, [ha] the RZArector....
[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm living trife, G
I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me
It might be the image project that I selected
But 'F' it, shit is mad real as well as hectic
Inspect it, your vest and got tested
Suggestions molesting my thoughts I manifested, but check it
My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line
Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine
And ain't no remorse in my source of madness
With my temper, my anger rises like my status
Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin for wilding
Don't think that it's peace when I be smiling
A heart stone-cold is what I own, for niggas who brag
I break bones leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan
I hate snakes on that fake shit
I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit
I got a steezo that's raw, man
Another brother provoked and gun-smoked, now that's all, damn
Why did he marvel the father of horror
Knowing full well that he won't live to see tomorrow
Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick
Word to God, it's hard to get a grip
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