I can still remember the day when my father told me that wars always started by the ego and ambitions of one person

"War is the worst thing and unfortunately one of the most essential things in the world", he said

My father was definitely a very eccentric person and as a boy I was too young to understand why my father constantly spoke about how and why wars began

Especially when we lived in the most beautiful and peaceful place in the world

Killarm '98

This LP's a banger

Yeah

Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all **** shoot blanks

Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks

Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Yo, what's the science on them crabass **** out here

In this rap shit turning this shit into some fucking acting shit

Step into my chamber, I hang ya

Like a stranger out to dry

With the mic cord wrapped around your neck like 2 times, designed

To leave you breathless to the point where you passed out

Flat-lined and simple-minded ass cats

Get your fingers snapped back out of place

And dislocated, reaching for that mic device, kid I'm nice

Yo, we never timid, break the speed limit, state laws

And glass jars and fake malls, burst pause, we take jaws

Wise guys who want a prize guy, we snatch mics

Pitch strike turn out the light, Mathematics strikes a site

Make me ball my fist tight, we wild every night

Bump shoulders, clubs over, 9th Prince started to fight

With this analogue, who lacked the dialogue

Bashed his dome with the Smirnoff

Now we squarin' off, razor sharp face off

Killarmy cut, pushing through like what

Always posted up, double-edged, leave you with a buck fifty-three, ****

Yo, Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all **** shoot blanks

Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks

Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Terrorist, arch nemesis this is my testament

Eternal life is through the mind, the first element

The first to settle it, the first to pull the metal

The first to defeat the Devil, the first to take it to that level

Feel the volume, adjust the levels, enqueue the treble

The first and last rebel crush a stone into a pebble

Dunk the track in holy water, baptise, my rhyme is slaughter

Ice ventura, mental explorer my godly aura

Star bright light up your life like night light

Heard you wanna fight, return your ass twice mental and physically

Yo, The Last Starfighter, pigeon-toed soldier, Northern exposure

Built with Noah, Asiatic composer, mic killer, black thrower

To retrieve renegade envoy, seek and destroy

Any man that speaks with the fantasies of paranoid

9th Prince trapped in a time zone at 1751

We bury a hundred corpse at Rome, Prince Saddam is cloned

Lyrical arthritis contagious to the bone

I rhyme Battlestar Galactica, Terrorist met a contractor

Scarfaces are a mass of courage, weak lyricists perish

I cut coverage, physical frame built to the total package

Razor blades so sharp it'll slice your eyelashes

Rappers gossip while I speak gospel

Like the teachers of Christ and the Apostles

The mind and matter are deep into the science

I smother MC with pillow and let him die in silence

Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all **** shoot blanks

Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks

Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

Roll in tanks, carry shanks while y'all **** shoot blanks

Live on gun powder, roll black down dealin' with ranks

Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city

Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty

This shit is gritty, so gritty

But always warriors feel events turning around them

Spiralling, closing in

Some sit and wait too long

Others listen to their instincts and prepare