Kinetic 9 - Red Dawn lyrics

[Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist] Scuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run Dirty Weaponry fill my clip with rusty dumdums It hardly worked right, When I bust it hardly jerked right Smith and Wesson type, illuminate the block all night Serial scraped, found it in the nearby lake Dried it off, an hour later caught your man for his cake Administrate an earthquake, the earth shake Your body ache, your life's at stake stake Your lyrics ain't holding no weight Paralyze your enterprise cause they moving like snakes Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas Spark that a** with the friction that my music enhance Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last Knowledge and understanding one and the same I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins Crack your frame, return you loop-back from where you came [Verse 2: 9th Prince] Yo, yo I'm the master of ceremony revolutionist Lyrical demolitionist, trapped in the abyss Pirates of dark waters meteorologist Slang thugs be sublime to abdict lyrics is dangerous I exiled myself from earth and built a home on Uran*s 9th Prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic The stage is gymnasium I slay through the rhythm, I tear notes like patriotism The universal, find at rehearsal Rappers is too commercial, I live til we murder you We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface Psychic predictions, it's the imitation of the minds of Egyptians Political, poor then musician Tools hit the moon make the earth cause collision With seven planets, then I vanish So call me the human Titanic Seize the prisoner in captivity Son of Solar broke the laws of gravity Fellows incarcerated, a**ault and battery Against the music academy MCs is too gentle Stab my pencil inside your temple and revenge the general [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist] Red dawn, war pawns, raps nasty like p**n Pa** on, transform, arm leg leg arm Supreme head, infra-red, we form like Voltron We form like Voltron [Verse 3: Beretta 9] We go to war like Arabians, Palestinians Richmond and Indians Germans, m**ms, Vikings, Patriots Trojans, Conquistadors, Romans Projects, Aztecs, Confederates, Yankees, Nazis Non-vet drown you in the ocean get your sh** open Should've had your sword but it was broken Strike your whole facility with strength and agility To the best of my ability with heavy artillery Extreme me a military k**army adversary Shot your first platoon, drop a bomb on your secondary Mind state be war, for this newer revolutionary Beretta aiming sights at your dome and at your coronary Then I finish you off with a banner to the respiratory Best prepare to die when you step into my territory [Chorus] (x2) [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] Then drop a bomb Word is bond