Soldiers of Darkness

Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!
 Ha ha! Another fuckin' live-ass track from the Temple of
 Shaolin! What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it
 real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm sayin'? The Prodigal
 Sunn, Sunz of Man. Madman representin' for the Killarmy.
 The Killa Sin, the RZArectah...
 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--shit 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 niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan
 I hate snakes on that fake shit
 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 shit, I'm sick
 Word to God, it's hard to get a grip
 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 assume my human facility--I plan a hit to the governor
 Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men
 I stick 'em for billiard pins
 Like cavin' some world in, flashin' death 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
 Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em
 Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of
 expiration, steady creation
 Mental death--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 fuckin' 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 death--left ya chokin' on your own breath
 You better study your literature, seek the scriptures
 Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes
 Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second,
 Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression
 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 death 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, 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 assembly
 And watch his ashes go up through the chimney
 They have disguised me as brass 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 fuckin' plane
 And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies
 Don't ask me why--it's a fuckin' hobby!
 Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you
 (Why?) Because MCs are my footstool
 You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest
 Tote this, for those all with dope shit
 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...