Dress to Kill lyrics

by

Masta Killa


[intro: reporter]
We are at war with the enemy we can't see
A brutal conspiracy of assassination
Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and mass 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*ggas
Get the bulletproof vests n*ggas
Word up

[Chorus x4]
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

[Verse 1: Killa Sin]
Yo, yo, yo
All rhymes is mad raw n*gga, metaphors pour from my jaws
Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors
It's war, for all you rap acts with wack comebacks
I back gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact
Like that kid strikes to yo' knot, one shot
I bang slang to yo' brain get you open off top
On some What What! n*gga, take that and then some
Sin's dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums
I yum hum lyrical tunes that boom
Crush consume brains leaving your veins, sporting puncture wounds
Aim and pop, blazing hot Glock
Grazing ya knot, c*ck the killshot, it's millitant bumbaclaats
Ya, wan test n*gga, best be on Meths, G
I blast fast and shatter that ass just like Plexiglas
Fool, last tool shiped with dime
Homicide collide with energize thoughts from Park Side
Apartheid split yo' vest from yo' chest
My complex style be wild enough tough like rough sex
Or roughnecks, I dedicate this track to the suspects (yeah!)
The real live n*ggas ain't afraid to bust Tecs
[Verse 2: 9th Prince]
Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly n*ggas in heaven
Strap with the holy mack elevens
We turn to devils and poison your reverends
Razorblade stash is out the bible
Stuck to the church of the madman on a vital
I conquer your armor and the battle of honor, seven man contra
Dead maybe cause for this strategy fight his bomber
My thoughts is elevated, [?]
So speak to some mamas, two places devil plated
I take off the heads of those who worship Adam and Eve
From the garden of Eden, follow the prince of thieves
I aim the God-U at a lyrical burglar
And surprise them from killin' like Cain did the first murder

[Chorus x4]
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

[Verse 3: Shogun Assassin]
Silent Weapons, instruments of combat
Used in quiet wars when I attack
MC's become P.O.W.'s missing in action
Shogun the Assassin, strikes with rage when I engage
In Street Wars. with neighborhood drug lords
Legendary weaponry like crossbows
Bows and arrows get aimed at foes
And penetrates trough the skin
But first through your clothes
My platoons uniform is Timbos and camos
Night’s dark you're being followed
Like dark shadows commandos with empty ammo
We are the men in war, refugees from Jeff County
Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes
[Chorus]
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

[Outro]
One with the killa and the clan, I came with the scam
A foo-proof plan and death to colored men
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