Clash Of The Titans Songtext / Lyric

Take 'em to war, son

(Yeah)

Yo, wassup dog?

Seven commandments, knahmean?

Yo son, with the seven commandments



Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips



Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips



Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips

Yo, I'm about the army shit, the raw shit

The military war hits with gun clips






Yo, my battleground's where I lounge

Fightin' wars from dusk till 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 camouflaged in the large with ammunition



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



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



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



U.S. 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



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