4th Disciple - Dress to k** lyrics

[intro: reporter] We are at war with the enemy we can't see A brutal conspiracy of a**a**ination Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and ma** murders [intro: a woman] Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!! [intro: reporter] There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear [intro: expert] Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire [intro: reporter] It is a world war lead by holy men, madmen and millions of disciples Willing to die for their cause their strategy is worldwide terrorism It's time to go to war n***as Get the bulletproof vests n***as Word up [Chorus x4] Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots Military gear and go out like troops [k**a Sin] Yo, yo, yo All rhymes is mad raw n***a, metaphors pour from my jaws Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors It's war for all you rap acts who's wack, come back I back gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact like that thing Strikes in yo' nut, one shot, I bang slang to yo' brain Get you open on top for some What What! n***a Take that and then some Sin is dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums I am hung Lyrical tunes that boom, crush consume Brains leaving your veins, putting pumps and losing the bock, blazing hot Glock Raising your nut, co*k to k** son, spill it ya bumbaclaat Yo, I'm test n***a, best be on Methstreet, I blast fast 'n' shout at that a** Just like Plexiglas, foo, last tool shiped with dime, homicide collide With energize thoughts from Park Side, apartheid Split yo' vest from yo' test My complex style be wild enough tough like rough s** or roughnecks I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!) The real live n***as ain't afraid to bust Tecs [9th Prince] Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly n***as in heaven Strap with the holy mack elevens, we turn to devils 'n' poison yo' ferrins' Razorblade stash is out the bible, stuck to the chuch of the madman on a vital I conquer your honor 'n' the battle former, seven man control Dead maybe cause for this strategy Fight his bomber, my thoughts is elevated, arsenerated So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated I take off the heads of those who worship Adam 'n' Eve from the garden of Eden Follow the prince of thieves I ain't the guard, but you're a lyrical burgler It's the price of k**in' like Kaine did the first murder [Chorus](4x) [Shogun Assa**in:] Silent Weapons, instruments of combat used in quiet wars When I attack MC's become P.O.W.'s missing in action Shogun the Assason strikes with rage When I engage with Street Wars When neighbourhood druglords legendary weapon' Too like crossbows, bows 'n' arrows it ain't that force 'n' penetrates trough the skin, but first through your clothes My platoons uniform is timbows 'n' capholes Nice dark cause you being followed like dark shadows Commandoes with empty ammo We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff County Army of black knights, sinners 'til the d**h strikes [Chorus] One with the k**a 'n' the clan, I came with the scam A foo-proof plan 'n' d**h to coloured men Climin' uses race from the sun Dom PaChino, Madman, Assa**in tracks for Shogun...