Clash of the Titans

Take em to war son (Yeah) Yo wassup dog? Seven commandments, knahmean? Yo son, with the seven commandments Chorus: (6x) Yo, nothing but the 'Army shit, the raw shit The military war hits with gun clips [Verse 1: Shogun Assason] My battleground's where I lounge Fighting 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 shot you hear when I open fire better aim to kill As the destruction that I reveal like revelations Drop jewels 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 [Verse 2: 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 moving 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 [Verse 3: Dom Pachino] I waging guerrilla warfare, supply the yellow jackets Each one containing a mini sovereign homing missile fitting your sides ragged Puerto Rican Terrorist from the Middle East refusing 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 wielding 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 using rays from the Sun Dom Pachino, Madman, assassinating 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'mma 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