Album Cover Clash Of The Titans

Clash Of The Titans

Killarmy

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Take em to war son (Yeah)

Yo wassup dog?

Seven commandments knahmean?

Yo son with the seven commandments

Chorus: (6x)

Yo I'm about the army shit the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips

[Shogun Assasson]

Yo my battleground's where I lounge

Fightin wars from dusk til dawn

In the trenches of hell

There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill

The planet Earth is the battlefield

Enemy troops can't come face to face with death

Black mission caught for cold steel

The last art drill when I open fire

Better aim to kill

As the destruction that I reveal like revelations

Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations

You're lost in the nation with no mental vision

Unseen strikes your vital like precision

I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition

[9th Prince]

I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo

Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro

I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers

Riddlers and Hitlers

Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures

Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations

And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians

Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back

Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics

Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend

Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven

The seven commandments

Metric equivalents

Meaning many niggas died for pleasures

[Dom PaChino]

I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets

Each one containin a mini sovereign homing mis