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Текст песни Sunz of Man f 9th Prince, Killa Sin (Kil - Soldiers of Darkness

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Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!Ha ha! Another [yeah] fuckin` 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 sayin`? [yeah] The Prodigal Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representin` for the Killarmy. The Killa Sin, [ha] the RZArectah....[Killa Sin][Yo, yo,] I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I`m livin` trife, GI`m shiesty, now I see why nobody likes meIt might be the image project that I selectedBut eff it--shit is mad real, as well as hecticInspect it, your vest and got testedSuggestions molestin` my thoughts I manifested, protect itMy 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 madnessBut my temper, my anger rises like my statusBecause I`m known on the borough of ShaolinFor wildin`, don`t think that it`s peace when I be smilin`A heart stone-cold is what I ownFor niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave `em ungagged, and hear them moanI hate snakes on that fake shitI get mad, leave `em shooken up bad like when the quake hitI got a steezo that`s raw, manAnother brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that`s all--damnBy any mortal, the brothel of horror,Knowin` full well that he won`t leave to see tomorrowBe on your guard when I start to flip shit, I`m sickWord to God, it`s hard to get a grip[9th Prince]I brings a streakin` iron flame, concealed in steel weaponsClips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethrenI burst like lions among the slaughterThen I assume my human facility--I plan a hit to the governorOpen, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many menI stick `em for billiard pinsLike cavin` some world in, flashin` death like lightnin` from the HeavensLeavin` rappers sufferin` the thirst of a silent curse That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed.Here are the needles, see that he diesFrom the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyesI chop off his feet, so he can`t walk and talk, then he claims to stalkI shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpseA Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage Then break loose on the stageTradin` places like slaves bein` trained, I`m under pressureThoughts be actin` wild like a child molesterMad man terrorism, today`s journalismGoin` to war across the country with another organismKillarmy madness is how we kill `em[Prodigal Sunn]Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of expiration, steady creationMental death--the source of the abominationI emerge from the house upon your territoryThis one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan`s blendHere`s a ministry fightin` wars of demonologySoldiers have got knowledge, rewritin` your sins of realityLyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satelliteI should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sightVisions of me on the night of a solar eclipseA-boardin` the mothership, takin` my last whiff from this polluted messAnother soul`s vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fireShow alliance, usin` your brain from the lord sireI tie your fuckin` brain up with barbed wireInfused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemnedTo the rims of Hell, afraid to walkReaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosionSymptoms of death--left ya chokin` on your own breathYou better study your literature, seek the scripturesBiblical folds `n` scrolls, laced in velour robesKillah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second,Hell Razah, bless `em, overcome the oppression[Killah Priest]Hearken as the night darkensYou`ve been warned that the Priest will soon swarmNow you`ll be done away like the unicorn,With night time as my uniformAnd death as my sword, the universal warlordThe Sunz of Man came together for one accordYou can`t read about it, it`s not a mythHere`s a puncture, to your rib, [pshaw] for a giftAnd the only present I`m dealin` with is nowThe supreme slayer, I wrote the book of IsaiahLayin` bodies down by the layerBurn `em before the assemblyAnd watch his ashes go up through the chimneyThey have disguised me as brass before his prayersAnd though his words be lost in the airThe reason you felt chained is `cause I`ve been ordainedI tie you up and throw you off a fuckin` planeAnd fill up your parachute with more dead bodiesDon`t ask me why--it`s a fuckin` hobby!Burn `em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you(Why?) Because MCs are my footstool[60-Sec. Assassin]You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopestTote this, for those all with dope shitFocus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosisFerocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"Insanity enters humanity like an enemyInvade your central nervous system like an adventMathematically schematic, I`ma panic, couldn`t hold on to a tabletSemantic, goes through your system like an addictBomb glistenin`, watch for the blow, I deliver itFaster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquentGrabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of controlI`m leavin` peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowlAll your possessions I own for my ownThe chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome, The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkleYou caught up with your days now, organism starWhat part, whistle heart, intruders travel so farNot even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd....

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