Killarmy - Nonchalantly Lyrics
KILLARMY - NONCHALANTLY LYRICS[9th Prince]Eh-yo, eh-yo..9th Prince, attack like Greg ValentineWith a sledgehammer, figure 4 bodyslammerDecrease ya stamina, verbal heart damagerI'm half man, half monster like Bruce BannerCamouflage Scorpion vendetta with a black Beretta, serial killerFederal Expressman, FedEx, send deathbed letter, sticky cheddarVerbal terrorist, I'm livin in a street life of rageMachine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stageIron junk, metal razor blades I coughCamouflaged for law, I'm raw like the Eagle ClawMy tunes of glory, war stories took place inside a laboratoryWhispers in the dark, I think I hear fallen soldiers callin meRap battle cats trapped in combatWe hijackin planes, it's Islord, strap me with the gat to your backCamouflage guerillas performin drive-bys up on ya gangstasStrapped the Cadillacs, my lyrical assault murder weapon'll blow ya rips out ya mid-secionChinese connection with the Wu-Tang perfection[Beretta 9]Chamber 9's perfection, constitute we movin in sonShark style, peep the fin, pushin through rightStrip arm' Heismen, I thought we wise menDon't make us act a fool, keep a calm, cool collectiveA nice perspective, it only takes for one cat to disrespect hisOr ruin a show, oh what y'all ain't knowthat everything's real like blue steelbein pulled out at a sold out concert?The crowd went berzerk, here come the Jakes, red alertThey got trampled on, a cop lost one armKillarm' still live on stage on 'Red Dawn'Eh-yo, where 'The Obsticle'? Anything's possible'Allah Sees Everything', kid, check the obsticleBeretta did his verse in the crowd, this kid's remarkable9th punched a cat in the face, call the hospital911 style, ShoGun cracked a smileOr push this cat innocent, through in the towelIt's like life's insane, Dom P pop champagneAnd Is' came out of the crowd with 20 chains[Islord]Nonchalantly, I roll up on the rap scene bluntlyStill hittin fiends off monthlyCuz this rap shit ain't feedin meMy physical is lookin real good but my insides is cryinFiendin to catch like fifty analog niggas off pointAnd tear pockets, so stay still, tell ya crewDon't move cuz I got like fifty-five keepin it liveTight niggas trapped with rockets, pointed at ya eye socketsThrowin ninety-nine joints at ya grill, you can't block it[P.R. Terrorist]Rebelious 1 who never like to carry small gunsI like 'em big, bulky and shit, designed for ya wigAnd any pig that try and confront me and my cig'That bomb is rigged, ready to explode, get blow to MadridYou and ya fam, you and ya mans and all of your kidsBecause I'm nuts, spill on my guts like dry heavinA fly even, cat that never split his pie evenGet caught in my life of fire and die weezinAnd the man who seen it go down for no apparent reasonJust breathin and believin that it's pockets that I be grazinHe's deceived and relieved with dollar sign eyes gleaminWar ringin, diva ***** in my bed, she's soul singinWith my mic, suckin it right, my son's outside slinginBeige snowballs, snot drip from his nose, eatin the HallsI got a show, later tonight, I met into the mallI'll grab you somethin, if you see Fantasia tell her she frontinCuz I had her way in my lab and didn't ***** nothinLife's somethin, somedays I be feelin like sniper's up inWritin somethin that'll change the whole world, the lightnin cominwith this black ink all over these white sheetsRun like a track meet with a fleetof killas and shit, don't even compete {*pause*}Yo..In a herd of white wool, label the black sheepTap dancin on fire, the kid with bronze feetTerrorist snatchin the track, leavin the gold teethAll you playas, killas, dogs, thugs - make it brief{*echoes*}
