4th Disciple - Soldiers of Darkness lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] Attention, Soldiers! k** every one of them! Ha ha! Another [yeah] f**ing live-a** track from the Temple of [Shaolin monks] Shaolin! [yeah] What, n***a? Word up. Yeah! Keep it Real. k**ah Priest, you know what I'm saying? [yeah] The Prodigal Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representing for the k**army The k**a Sin, [ha] the RZArector.... [Verse 1: k**a Sin] I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm living trife, G I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me It might be the image project that I selected But 'F' it, sh** is mad real as well as hectic Inspect it, your vest and got tested Suggestions molesting my thoughts I manifested, but check it My 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 madness With my temper, my anger rises like my status Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin for wilding Don't think that it's peace when I be smiling A heart stone-cold is what I own, for n***as who brag I break bones leave 'em ungagged and hear them moan I hate snakes on that fake sh** I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit I got a steezo that's raw, man Another brother provoked and gun-smoked, now that's all, damn Why did he marvel the father of horror Knowing full well that he won't live to see tomorrow Be on your guard when I start to flip sh**, I'm sick Word to God, it's hard to get a grip [Verse 2: 9th Prince] I brings a streaking iron flame, like Hell was steeling Heaven Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren I rush like lions to the roaring slaughter Then I a**ume my human facility, I plan a hit to the governor Open, open, behold the gift, designed to k** many men I stick 'em for billiard pins Like caving some world in, flashing d**h like lightning from the Heavens Leaving rappers suffering the thirst of a silent curse That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed Here are the needles, see that he dies From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage Then break loose on the stage Trading places like slaves being trained, I'm under pressure Thoughts be acting wild like a child molester Madman terrorism, today's journalism Going to war across the country with another organism k**army madness is how we k** 'em [Verse 3: Prodigal Sunn] Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of Expiration, steady creation Mental d**h, the source of the abomination I emerge from the house upon your territory This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend Here's a ministry fighting wars of demonology Soldiers have got knowledge, rewriting your sins of reality Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse A-boarding the mothership, taking my last whiff from this polluted mess Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire Show alliance, using your brain from the lord sire I tie your f**ing brain up with barbed wire Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion Symptoms of d**h--left ya choking on your own breath You better study your literature, seek the scriptures Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes k**ah Priest precise, the messenger 60 Second Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression [Verse 4: k**ah Priest] Hearken as the night darkens You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm Now you'll be done away like the unicorn With night time as my uniform And d**h as my sword, the universal warlord The Sunz of Man came together for one accord You can't read about it, it's not a myth Here's a puncture, to your rib, [pshaw] for a gift And the only present I'm dealin' with is now The supreme slayer, I wrote the Book of Isaiah Layin' bodies down by the layer Burn 'em before the a**embly And watch his ashes go up through the chimney They have disguised me as bra** before his prayers And though his words be lost in the air The reason you felt chained is cause I've been ordained I tie you up and throw you off a f**in' plane And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies Don't ask me why--it's a f**in' hobby! Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you (Why?) Because MCs are my footstool [Verse 5: 60-Sec. Assa**in] You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest Tote this, but don't overdose it Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis" Insanity enters humanity like an enemy Invade your central nervous system like an advent Mathematically schematic, I'mma panic, couldn't hold on to a tablet Semantic, goes through your system like an addict Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl All your possessions I own for my own The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle You caught up with your days now, organism star What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd....