k**army - Pain lyrics

"You feel some pain, but I'm known, you can't here me" "Get out of my head" What, ("You feel some pain") It's like this, what, what Check it out, yo This is war n***az, a duel to the d**h You better make sure your swords sharp And you got a lyin' heart 'Cause, I strike for the throat And stab them with a deadly note That pierces the eardrums Those are the equally grim Now you're stunned Another victim of the Shogun A spinal chop to the cerebellum So, go ahead, try to run in advance 'Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance Ready to be-head you, dead you Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel Because, your rhymes ain't punctual My actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus Towards y'all, weak motherf**in' an*log n***az Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital sh** You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone And a spike, cause I don't like snake n***az in my eyesight 'Cause, I'm so agile and so quick to pull My razor blade sharp sword out the case And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with No traces left behind, where the body was laid out For the coroners to figure out That it was one swing from the guillotine That decapitated his head from his shoulders "You can't here me" "Get out of my head" Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire Or pisteens slugs that penetrated your entire Physical, that left n***az critical k**army the black son to make all f**in' nine planets digable With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds aligned All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine M-M which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin' I sincerely love Allah's mathematics, camouflage fabrics I got a revolver, f** automatics, the black Asiatic Lick 'em off to a shot at your motherf**in' attic Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands I murder n***az wit my bare hands It's darkness in the wu-caves We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave My pistol has an infer-red, as an eagle Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads I leave MC's and DJ's on twists at d**hbeds Underworld statis, the black knight like Latice Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics Beretta 9 the k**in' machine Shogun Assason is that n***a who chases you in your dreams k**a Sin will k** again with the same knife The thief of Bagdad could steal your life PR Terrorist and Prince Sadaam moves the middle-east region It's razor blade season, so all you putty-faced n***az is badly bleedin' Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high For now I amplify sounds of the coliseum down First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown Light brown, deck them down Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic With satellites, tri-state cream To travel right, fleein' the scene Team fights with the livest MC's So, k**arm, strike your moment of silence Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off That's the reason why your legion fell off You popped corns want to be war pawns Once, the war's on, and Al Pacino won the last of red dawn Open mic session, bury you Spark a party up, somethin' terrible The pain that my n***az bring forth is unbearable Yo, I'm tellin' you it's da f**