Swinging Swords - Killarmy

These rhythms can't deface me 
Hot rhythms stimulate me 
Can't help but swing it boy 
Swing it brother swing 
Don't stop the beat that's 
slapped this foolish brat 
Come on swing me boys 
Swing it brother swing 

<9th Prince Over Chorus> 

Word up  let's take 'em to war  son 
Show 'em how it should be done 
It's real God 
Yeah  Yeah 
Stimulate the brain cells 
Check it  Check it 

<9th Prince> 

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 shit 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 





Thoughts I generate like high forms of energy 
My brain's energetic 
Ultramagnetic synthetic 
Burn like oil 
High octane let it drain upon the Shao