Army Brigade

* originally on the "New York to Paris" compilation [Timbo King] Army brigade, guns, grenades, fuck a parade A dirty blade pierces your skin, you search for aid Medical, Royal goverment, the federal Knight to King-Bishop 3, my move is jettin you It's actual, a scientist that's graftin you What you think? That's the question that I'm asking you Bomb material, you die from the radiation Royal Fam/Ill Base, what? Affiliation Collision, crashing niggas like a test dummy Accident/meant to happen, you rest ugly Dressed in armorment, fight like barbarians Slaughtering heads, we got connections with the aliens Royal, down to Earth like soil Four-fifty farenheit, I make the mic boil [Dark Denims] My raps slaughter everything just like Jemel the poet Bring the light, I be the king to knight when I swing the mic You grow wings of flight like Nike Airs Beware, I might tear through your right ear with a nightmare Grow white hairs on your cranium cuz I'm draining 'em Stainin 'em, steel is titanium Brutalize computer guys that utilize the distics Snap their necks like dipsticks for wearing lipsticks Blends quick like defence, sylabbles in sequence Intents to bomb police precincts Forceful instructor, reality conductor Puncture the structure of corruptors Lyrical master, I blast until your disaster Faster than Nasa, get ghost like Casper After that, flip off tracks like an acrobat Phat raps thats cleaner than clothes out of a laundry mat Me and Timbo leave rappers in limbo Vocal crescendo blows your style out the window Damn, brothas is foul like spoilled ham Oil grams, the Royal Fam eating up your ground like the oil man [True Master] When you least expect is when I attack Infact, your format is not yet suitable for combat Still desendent factions in the kingdom Campaign desperate attempts to take you freedoms Emphatically, wack stratagies don't impress me Impulsiveness'll bring a fucking tragedy, test me Descent to the essence quickly, niggas strictly flip Fuckin with this royal assembly, his majesty summoned me The Chief Administrator of the Law True Master of this hardcore Art of War I explore the depths of conflict with no pretense Found the best strategy, the most aggressive defense So when you rush to attack, it be I to crush your force And exhaust your supplies, don't send for reinforcements Give orders for men to maintain they respective borders Or it's a god damn slaughter [Stoneface] Yo, my technical terms is like bacterial germs Simpirials learned, gats get serious burns You managed the damage, lyrical skills left your brain banished Your soul vanished, but your body's on the same planet Down some foruty's, hoodies, fatugies, Timbs and shorties Buttoned up Tommy's, captured your boat low and naughty The life I'm living, giving material religions Slugs in vision, not a nasty but fast dicision Sleek, we creap, tight, deep like a coalition They'll be more visions, the specialists, medics, morticians I hit your business, get your position an attorney I'm on this journey, heaven or hell don't concern me Walk through your mental, cancel styles with magnetic weapons Kenetic sinister, minister of theories and epics My flow's wet like oral sex in a skin flick Mack ten's flip, advantage, flip and start to trim shit Your rim's split, gat, big pump, you have to Bullets passing the draft, blasting one, will catch you Minds deserted, kick rhymes, nines is bursting Crimes rehearsing, drop shot, cops in hearses