Clash Of The Titans Songtext / Lyric

Take em to war son (Yeah)

Yo wassup dog?

Seven commandments knahmean?

Yo son with the seven commandments



Chorus: (6x)

Yo I'm about the army shit the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips






[Shogun Assasson]

Yo my battleground's where I lounge

Fightin wars from dusk til dawn

In the trenches of hell

There's more blood spilled than Hamburger Hill

The planet Earth is the battlefield

Enemy troops can't come face to face with death

Black mission caught for cold steel

The last art drill when I open fire

Better aim to kill

As the destruction that I reveal like revelations

Drop Jews like parables that can't be seen with the eye like constellations

You're lost in the nation with no mental vision

Unseen strikes your vital like precision

I'm camouflged in the large with ammunition



[9th Prince]

I'm in deep meditation like the great Indian monk Dowmo

Lyrical desperados thrown like a torpedo from black masks like Zorro

I froze all the scriptures and literature of killers

Riddlers and Hitlers

Sick photographers who paint bloody pictures

Wu-Tang is the foundation, we movin populations

And you can not stand then control the minds of Asians

Candy cat raps gets your tongue cut off and run through his back

Sabotage savages got stabbed as I watched blood drip from their fabrics

Madman ran up in the church and stuck the reverend

Stabbed him with a cross, some say he was stuck by the seven

The seven commandments

Metric equivalents

Meaning many niggas died for pleasures



[Dom PaChino]

I wagin guerilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets

Each one containin a mini sovereign homing missile

Fittin your sides ragged

Puerto Rican terrorist from the Middle East refusin the mark of the beast

Increase your energy by one bar while I unleash

Thoughts that remain on your brain like scars for life

Made possible by the mic device

I slice wieldin a sharp instrument

Sharpened in the temple of pyramids

Used to drill a hole through the minds of the ignorant

It's my assignment burn up the climate usin rays from the sun

Dom PaChino madman assassinatin tracks with Shogun



[Street Life]

Yo bring it on, I deal with this like my first born

My brain form blow MCs away like Desert Storm

21st century crime for you being born

US currency got me itchin my palms

P.L.O. killer tactics like I support a fact

Dead back was the feedback, Park Hill's badass

I deal with this shit like it's my last

So to speak what you say son go have a blast

I'm livin for the city, I burn as the world turn

First degree poetry

Hold your headpiece, when I release I clear the streets

Killarmy passed the heat so I'ma dead the piece

P.L.O. is the Street Life out in the streets



[Beretta 9]

Mentally I be ready, pass the machette

My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti

Racin through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty

It's all about survival so I can risk the robbery

Goin through the struggle, trials and execution

This is my solution to this revolution

Pay close attention, lyrical precision

My mind be my war guide, observe, learn and listen

Knowledge before your wisdom unleashed for the children

'96 be buildin the stat or be killed in