Swinging Swords

Killarmy






These rhythms can't deface me



Hot rhythms stimulate me



Can't help but swing it boy



Swing it brother swing



Don't stop the beat that's



slapped this foolish brat



Come on swing me boys



Swing it brother swing









Word up let's take 'em to war son



Show 'em how it should be done



It's real God



Yeah Yeah



Stimulate the brain cells



Check it Check it









Yo Killarmy bounty killers



Industry kid shivers



Shells up through your liver



Dead corp float the rivers



Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria



Stalking through the monitor



With the wisdom for dynamical fessor (?)



Lyrical kid in processor



Nat Turner was my militant ancestor



I capture your mind put in isolation



Control the soul automation



Victims became mechanical slaves again



Read the East Coast historian



As you oppose this



Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this



I be splitting shit like Moses



Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses



I turn soundtracks into startracks



My tongue is symbolic to an axe



I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max



Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince



I sit upon my throne and chop off domes



Then send them home to your peoples



So they can sew 'em














Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy



My brain's energetic



Ultramagnetic synthetic



Burn like oil



High octane let it drain upon the Shao