Galactics

[Intro 1: 'War and Peace' sample] I can still remember the day when my father told that wars always started by the ego and ambitions of one person "War is the worst thing and unfortunately one of the most Essential things in the world", he said My father was definitely a very eccentric person and as a boy I was too young to understand why my father constantly spoke about how and why wars began especially when we lived in the most beautiful and peaceful place in the world [Intro 2: Dom Pachino] Killarm '98 This LP's a banger, yeah [Hook x1.5: Dom Pachino] Killarmy in your galaxy, in your continent, in your state, in your city Take 'em to war, throw your grenades, this shit is gritty Roll in tanks, carry shanks. while y'all niggas shoot blanks Live on gun powder, roll black down, dealin' with ranks [Verse 1: Islord] Yo, what's the signs on ya crab ass, niggas out here in this rap shit Turning this shit into some fucking acting shit Step into my chamber, I hang ya Like a stranger out to dry with the mic cord Wrapped around your neck like 2 times Designed to leave you breathless To the point where you passed out Flat-lined and simple-minded ass cats Get your fingers snapped back outta place And dislocated, reaching for that mic device kid I'm nice [Verse 2: Beretta 9] Yo, we never timid, break the speed limit State laws and glass jars and fake malls Burst pause we take jobs, wise guys who want a prize guy We snatch mics, pitch strike turn out the light Mathematics strikes a site make me ball my fist tight We wild every night, bump shoulders, clubs over 9th Prince started to fight with this analogue Who lacked the dialogue, bashed his dome with the Smirnoff Now we squaring off razor sharp face off Killarmy cut, pushing through like what Always posted up, double edge leave you with a buck-53 nigga Fifty three nigga [Hook: Dom Pachino] [Verse 3: Dom Pachino] Terrorist, arch nemesis this is my testament Eternal life is through the mind, the first element The first to settle it, the first to pull the metal The first to defeat the Devil, the first to take it to that level Feel the volume, adjust the levels and enqueue the treble The first and last rebel crush a stone into a pebble Dunk the track in holy water, baptise My rhyme is slaughter, ice [?] Mental explorer my godly aura Star bright light up your life like night light Heard you wanna fight, return your ass twice mental and physically [Verse 4: 9th Prince] Yo, the last star fighter, Prince Saddam soldier Northern exposure, build with Noah Asiatic composer, mic killer, black thrower To retrieve renegade envoy, seek and destroy Any man that speaks with the fantasies of paranoid 9th Prince trapped in a time zone, at 1751 We bury a 100 corpse in Rome, Prince Saddam is cloned Lyrical arthritis contagious to the bone I rhyme on Battlestar Galactica, Terrorist met a contacter Scar faces are a mass of courage, weak lyricists perish I cut courage physical frame built to the total package Razor blades so sharp it'll slice ya eyelashes Rappers gossip while I speak gospel Like the teachers of Christ and the apostles The mind and matter are deep into the science I smother MC with a pillow, let him die in silence [Hook 1.5X] [Outro: 'Spawn'sample] But always, warriors feel events turning around them Spiralling, closing in Some sit and wait too long Others listen to their instincts and prepare