Sunz Of Man - Soldiers of Darkness (dirty) (feat. 9th Prince & k**a Sin) lyrics

Attention, Soldiers! k** every one of them! Ha ha! Another [yeah] f**in' live-a** track from the Temple of [Shaolin monks] Shaolin! [yeah] What, n***a? Word up. Yeah! Keep it Real. k**ah Priest, you know what I'm sayin'? [yeah] The Prodigal Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman [yeah] representin' for the k**army The k**a Sin, [ha] the RZArectah.... [k**a Sin] [Yo, yo,] I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm livin' trife, G I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me It might be the image project that I selected But eff it--sh** is mad real, as well as hectic Inspect it, your vest and got tested Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line 'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine And ain't no remorse in my source of madness But my temper, my anger rises like my status Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin For wildin', don't think that it's peace when I be smilin' A heart stone-cold is what I own For n***as who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan I hate snakes on that fake sh** I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit I got a steezo that's raw, man Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that's all--damn By any mortal, the brothel of horror Knowin' full well that he won't leave to see tomorrow Be on your guard when I start to flip sh**, I'm sick Word to God, it's hard to get a grip [9th Prince] I brings a streakin' iron flame, concealed in steel weapons Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren I burst like lions among the slaughter Then I a**ume my human facility--I plan a hit to the governor Open, open, behold the gift, designed to k** many men I stick 'em for billiard pins Like cavin' some world in, flashin' d**h like lightnin' from the Heavens Leavin' rappers sufferin' the thirst of a silent curse That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed Here are the needles, see that he dies From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage Then break loose on the stage Tradin' places like slaves bein' trained, I'm under pressure Thoughts be actin' wild like a child molester Mad man terrorism, today's journalism Goin' to war across the country with another organism k**army madness is how we k** 'em [Prodigal Sunn] Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of Expiration, steady creation Mental d**h--the source of the abomination I emerge from the house upon your territory This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend Here's a ministry fightin' wars of demonology Soldiers have got knowledge, rewritin' your sins of reality Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse A-boardin' the mothership, takin' my last whiff from this polluted mess Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire Show alliance, usin' your brain from the lord sire I tie your f**in' brain up with barbed wire Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion Symptoms of d**h--left ya chokin' on your own breath You better study your literature, seek the scriptures Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes k**ah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression [k**ah Priest] Hearken as the night darkens You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm Now you'll be done away like the unicorn With night time as my uniform And d**h as my sword, the universal warlord The Sunz of Man came together for one accord You can't read about it, it's not a myth Here's a puncture, to your rib, [pshaw] for a gift And the only present I'm dealin' with is now The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaiah Layin' bodies down by the layer Burn 'em before the a**embly And watch his ashes go up through the chimney They have disguised me as bra** before his prayers And though his words be lost in the air The reason you felt chained is 'cause I've been ordained I tie you up and throw you off a f**in' plane And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies Don't ask me why--it's a f**in' hobby! Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you (Why?) Because MCs are my footstool [60-Sec. Assa**in] You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest Tote this, for those all with dope sh** Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis" Insanity enters humanity like an enemy Invade your central nervous system like an advent Mathematically schematic, I'ma panic, couldn't hold on to a tablet Semantic, goes through your system like an addict Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl All your possessions I own for my own The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle You caught up with your days now, organism star What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd....