Swinging Swords (Explicit) - Killarmy

Written by：4th Disciple

These rhythms can't

Deface me

Hot rhythms stimulates me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

Don't stop the beat thats

Slapped this foolish brat

Come on swing me boys

Swing it brother swing

Yo

Killarmy bounty killers

Industry kid shivers

Shells up through your liver

Dead corp float the rivers

Murderous style is superior

From shaolin to nigeria

Stalking through the monitor

With the wisdom for dynamical fessor

Lyrical kid in processor

Nat turner was my militant ancestor

I capture your mind put in isolation

Control the soul automation

Victims became mechanical slaves again

Read the east coast historian

As you oppose this

Your walking dead soldiers

Can't get close to this

I be splitting sh*t like moses

Then celebrate with guns n roses

I turn soundtracks into startracks

My tongue is symbolic to an axe

I used to be caught up

In the world of mad max

Now come against the

Consequence of the 9th prince

I sit upon my throne and chop off domes

Then send them home to your peoples

So they can sew em

These rhythms can't deface me

Hot rhythms stimulates me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy

My brains energetic

Ultramagnetic synthetic

Burn like oil

High octane let it drain upon the shaolin soil

You get trapped inside my rap coils

Like my phalanges rip the microphone

When I recite a war poem

It's writen in my soldiers log

It's a killarmy espionage

Puerto rican mobster in camouflage

Perform at the mirage my entourage

Get the ticket through telecharge as

I massage lyrics get enlarged

Grenade particles rip through

Your fatigue articles

You flee for shelter

My tre pound roundsll melt you

Like camouflage vinyl in the force of delta

These rhythms can't deface me

Hot rhythms stimulates me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

Don't stop the beat thats

Slapped this foolish brat

Come on swing me boys

Swing it brother swing

You either get down shut the f**k

Up or catch an uppercut

Rough enough

To muffle up your

Jaw when we knuckle up

Knuckle what

Bacardi hit me harder than you

You crash dummies show respect

When the gods is coming through

Eyes swollen up the size of coconuts

Your body folding up

Allah the soldier struck

And through

The cut I walk and hold you up

Sit back hang from your hip like loose kanis

Try to flip it on the strength

Of your wis and let you slide

Savage eighty five trying to test sides

True were living thirty two shots

Were sending a rocket to your prison

Caught you bubbling

Like a cold sore the money coming in

Juggling the church and street life

You got me wonderng and catch em

I let allah bless em

Thats the question

You dealing with a madmans profession

So choose your weapon

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

These rhythms can't deface me

Hot rhythms stimulates me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

Don't stop the beat thats

Slapped this foolish brat

Come on swing me boys

Swing it brother swing

These rhythms can't deface me

Hot rhythms stimulates me

Can't help but swing it boy

Swing it brother swing

These rhythms can't deface me

Slapped this foolish brat

Come on swing me boys

Swing it brother swing

Word up

To the last soldiers

Word up my ni**a islord

Still locked down in the jungle son

Word up keep your sword up god

Killarmy gonna represent this sh*t son

Word up

Peace

Get out of here

Peace