"You'll feel some pain, but I know, you can hear me"

"Get out of my head!" *gun shot*

What?

It's like this, what, what

("You feel some pain..")

Check it out, yo

This is war, ****, a duel to the death

You better make sure your swords sharp and you got a lion heart

'Cause I strike for the throat

And stab them with a deadly note that pierces the eardrums

Dose off the equilibrium, now you're stunned

Another victim of the Shogun, I spinal tap your cerebrum

So, go ahead, try to run in advance

'Cause I stand firm on my warrior stance

Ready to behead you, dead you

Rid your body of a soul and make it an empty vessel

'Cause your rhymes ain't punctual

Not actual or factual, that's why I verbally attack you

Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo

Check this thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus

Towards y'all weak motherfuckin' analog ****

Tryna come into the mist of my Digital shit, you get flipped on

Snapped on your collar bone and a spike

'Cause I don't like snake **** in my eyesight

'Cause I'm so agile and so quick to pull

My razorblade 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 by the guillotine

That decapitated his head from his shoulders

"You can hear me"

"Get out of my head!"

Yo, be holdin' shrapnel fire to make gunmen retire

More pristine slugs that penetrated your entire

Physical, that left **** critical

Killarmy the Black son to make all fuckin' nine Planets Digable

With the science to control '99, keep all minds aligned

All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine

MM—what stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman

Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin'

I sincerely love Allah Mathematics

Camouflage fabrics, I got a revolver, fuck automatics

The Black Asiatic

Lickin' multiple shots at your motherfuckin' attic

Soldiers combined to save your soul

Killarmy profilin', thoughts be buckwildin'

Soldiers combined to save your soul

Killarmy profilin', thoughts be buckwildin'

"Get out of my head!"

Soldiers combined to save your soul

Yo, I'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like Steve Austin

Seven horsemen, Wu ninjas move across coarse sands

I murder **** with my bare hands

It's darkness in the Wu-caves

We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty waves like a raid

My pistol has an infrared, Desert Eagle

Loaded with lead, blast the brains out of apple heads

I leave MCs and DJs on twin set deathbeds

Underworld status, the Black Knight like Gladys

Destroy "Midnight Train", my old man is built like "Galactics"

Beretta 9 the killin' machine

Shogun Assason is that **** who chases you in your dreams

Killa Sin'll kill again with the same knife

The Thief of Baghdad could steal your life

P.R. Terrorist and Prince Saddam rules the Middle Eastern region

It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced **** is badly bleedin' (Yo)

Yo, I'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time

Keepin' on the standby flight and blow the crowd with their hands high

From Now Y, amplify sounds shut the coliseum down

First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown

Light brown, dick 'em down

Eyes wide as I recite, beamin' the mic with satellites

Tri-state cream to travel right, fleein' the scene

Team fight with the livest MCs

So, Killarmy, strike your moment of silence, live degrees, well you're eatin' them off

And that's the reason why your legion fell off

You popcorns wanna be war pawns

The war's on now, and Al Pachino won the last of Red Dawn

Open mic session, bury you, spark a party up, something terrible

The pain that my **** bring forth is unbearable, I'm tellin' you

It's like fuck, get the fuck

Army (Killarm's bombin')

"You'll feel some pain"

Stop stealin' my pens and my ink, ****, get out my scrolls

"But I know, you can hear me"

"Get out of my head"

Stop reading my scrolls and my tablets, (Killarm's bombin') ****, word

All you **** who be biting our shit

"But I know, you can hear me"

Y'all know where we come from

The militant come from the soul, **** ("Get out of my head")

Remember that, it's all in the mind

"You'll feel some pain, but I know, you can hear me"

"Get out of my head"

Listen, but I never could hold back in a fight

Just like you