Killarmy - Dress To Kill Lyrics
(reporter)We are at war with the enemy we cant seeA brutal conspiracy of assassinationKidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders(a woman)Leave the girl alone, leave alone!!!(reporter)Theres a battle ragin fueled by desperation, hatred and fear(expert)Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire(reporter)It is a worldwar lead by holymen, madmen and millions of disciplesWilling to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorismIts time to go to war niggas...Get the bulletproof vests niggas...Word up!!Chorus: grap yo army suits n yo phat black bootsMilitary gear n go up like troops (4x)Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sauseGot high with fly sounds bound the floorsIts war for all you rap acts whos wack, come backI back gats n block for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!)Strikes in yo nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo brainGet you open on top for some what what! nigga take thatIm in some shit is done, when it comes to track n phat drums I am hungLyrical tunes that boom, crush consumeBrains leavin yo veins, puttin pumps n losin the bock, blazin hot glockRaisin yo nut, ***** to kill son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot?Yo, Im test nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast n shout da-da-dazJust like flexin glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collideWith energize thoughts from dark side of park, dieSplit yo vest from yo testMy complex style be wild nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecksI dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)The real live niggas aint afraid to bust sexSeven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heavenStrap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils n poison yo ferrinsRazorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vitalI conquer your honor n the battle former, seven man controlDead maybe cause for this strategyFight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arseneratedSo speak to some mamas, two places devil platedI take off the heads of those who worship adam n eve from the garden of edenFollow the prince of thieves,I aint the guard, but youre a lyrical burglerIts the price of killin like kaine did the first murderChorus: grap yo army suits n yo phat black bootsMilitary gear n go up like troops (4x)Silent weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet warsWhen I attack mcs become b.o.w.s missin in actionShogun the assason strikes with rage,When I engage with street wars,When neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo weaponToo like razbows? , bows n arrows it aint that forcen penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothesMy platoons uniform is timbows n capholesNice dark cause you being followed like dark shadowsCommandoes with empty ammoWe are the men in war, refugees from jeff countyArmy of black knights, sinners til the death strikesChorus: grap yo army suits n yo phat black bootsMilitary gear n go up like troops (1x)One with the killa n the clan, I came with the scamA foo-proof plan n death to coloured menClimin uses race from the sunDom pachino, madman, assassin tracks for shogun...
