Take em to war son (Yeah)
Yo wa**up dog?
Seven commandments, knahmean?
Yo son, with the seven commandments
Chorus: (6x)
Yo, nothing but the 'Army sh**, the raw sh**
The military war hits with gun clips
[Verse 1: Shogun Assason]
My battleground's where I lounge
Fighting wars from dusk till dawn in the trenches of Hell
There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill
The planet Earth is the battlefield
Enemy troops can't come face to face with d**h
Black mission caught for cold steel
The last shot you hear when I open fire better aim to k**
As the destruction that I reveal like revelations
Drop j**els like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations
You're lost in the nation with no mental vision
Unseen strikes your vital like precision
I'm camouflaged in the large with ammunition
[Verse 2: 9th Prince]
I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo
Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro
I froze all the scriptures and literature of k**ers, riddlers and Hitlers
Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures
Wu-Tang is the foundation, we moving populations
And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians
Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back
Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics
Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend
Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven
The seven commandments, metric equivalents
Meaning many n***as died for pleasures
[Verse 3: Dom Pachino]
I waging guerrilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets
Each one containing a mini sovereign homing missile fitting your sides ragged
Puerto Rican Terrorist from the Middle East refusing the mark of the beast
Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash
Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life
Made possible by the mic device
I slice wielding a sharp instrument sharpened in the temple of pyramids
Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant
It's my a**ignment burn up the climate using rays from the Sun
Dom Pachino, Madman, a**a**inating tracks with Shogun
[Street Life]
Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born
My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm
21st century crime for you being born
US currency got me itchin my palms
P.L.O. k**er tactics like I support a fact
Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's bada**
I deal with this sh** like it's my last
So to speak what you say son go have a blast
I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn
First degree poetry
Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets
k**army pa**ed the heat so I'mma dead the piece
P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets
[Beretta 9]
Mentally I be ready, pa** the machette
My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti
Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty
It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery
Goin through the struggle, trials and execution
This is my solution to this revolution
Pay close attention, lyrical precision
My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen
Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children
'96 be buildin the stat or be k**ed in