Lirik Lagu Last Poet - Killarmy
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Intro: P.R. Terrorist
Just enter the 3rd worldClear Lines of communicationUnderstanding all things must be seen clearlyfor what they are not what they appear to be360 degrees understanding equality cipherKillarmy goin take you on this flight buckle up
[P.R. Terrorist]The Last Poet construct the rhymeAt a self destruct in your tape deckIn your walkman or in your truckBenzy box boom box comstock upon my blockChoppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spotHeavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meatVigilante rap, take negociations to the streetMoney, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feetWar is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concreteIts like the worlds against me, opposing forcesUse my urban resources, refuse to get hungOff crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flossesNext LP my teams face all up in the sources
[Reporter]Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty.That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us.
[Islord]Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in MeccaIn the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shotsTo twist niggaz physical like cyclonesBut now I'm in the worst part, with the artThat watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughsBecause, you and your ten cats sat backPhilasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thoroughLike one swing of Tiger Woods, golf clubThat won the masters, by a landslideSo pass that grass green cashman jacketThis way, so I can swerve that a-wayOn my way to the homes of the grains of ShaolinWith King I Divine, never smile when you enterThe sector of the Killa Hill 10304
Just enter the 3rd worldClear Lines of communicationUnderstanding all things must be seen clearlyfor what they are not what they appear to be360 degrees understanding equality cipherKillarmy goin take you on this flight buckle up
[P.R. Terrorist]The Last Poet construct the rhymeAt a self destruct in your tape deckIn your walkman or in your truckBenzy box boom box comstock upon my blockChoppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spotHeavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meatVigilante rap, take negociations to the streetMoney, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feetWar is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concreteIts like the worlds against me, opposing forcesUse my urban resources, refuse to get hungOff crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flossesNext LP my teams face all up in the sources
[Reporter]Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty.That is the way, he lived. That is what he leaves us.
[Islord]Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when I was trapped in MeccaIn the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shotsTo twist niggaz physical like cyclonesBut now I'm in the worst part, with the artThat watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughsBecause, you and your ten cats sat backPhilasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thoroughLike one swing of Tiger Woods, golf clubThat won the masters, by a landslideSo pass that grass green cashman jacketThis way, so I can swerve that a-wayOn my way to the homes of the grains of ShaolinWith King I Divine, never smile when you enterThe sector of the Killa Hill 10304
