Dress To Kill Lyrics - Singles - Killarmy

(reporter) 

We are at war with the enemy we can't see 

A brutal conspiracy of assassination 

Kidnappings, bombings, highjackings and mass murders 

(a woman) 

Leave the girl alone, leave alone!!! 

(reporter) 

There's 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 disciples 

Willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism 

It's time to go to war niggas... 

Get the bulletproof vests niggas... 

Word up!! 

Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots 

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) 

Yo, yo, yo, all rhymes is mad raw nigga, let the force pour from my jaws, lyric sause 

Got high with fly sounds bound the floors 

It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back 

I back gats 'n' block for filts, to be exact like that thing (pow!) 

Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain 

Get you open on top for some what what! nigga take that 

I'm in some shit is done, when it comes to track 'n' phat drums I am hung 

Lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume 

Brains leavin' yo' veins, puttin' pumps 'n' losin' the bock, blazin' hot glock 

Raisin' yo' nut, cock to kill son(pow!) spill it to bomb, backglot? 

Yo, I'm test nigga, best be on methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout da-da-daz 

Just like flexin' glass, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide 

With energize thoughts from dark side of park, die 

Split yo' vest from yo' test 

My complex style be wild 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks 

I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) 

The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust sex 

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven 

Strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins' 

Razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital 

I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control 

Dead maybe cause for this strategy 

Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated 

So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated 

I take off the heads of those who worship adam 'n' eve from the garden of eden 

Follow the prince of thieves, 

I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler 

It's the price of killin' like kaine did the first murder 

Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots 

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (4x) 

Silent weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars 

When I attack mc's become b.o.w.'s missin' in action 

Shogun the assason strikes with rage, 

When I engage with street wars, 

When neighbourhood druglords let you tear yo' weapon' 

Too like razbows? , bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 

'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes 

My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes 

Nice dark 'cause you being followed like dark shadows 

Commandoes with empty ammo 

We are the men in war, refugees from jeff county 

Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes 

Chorus: grap yo' army suits 'n' yo' phat black boots 

Military gear 'n' go up like troops (1x) 

One with the killa 'n' the clan, I came with the scam 

A foo-proof plan 'n' death to coloured men 

Climin' uses race from the sun 

Dom pachino, madman, assassin tracks for shogun...