| Song | Allah Sees Everything |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bougard, Delvalle, Hamlin ... | |
| Chorus: Allah sees everything, everything | |
| Allah sees everything, everything ... [P.R. Terrorist] | |
| Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms | |
| Swing ya magic wand | |
| Disarm ya firearm | |
| Hear the sirens flee the scene calm | |
| Through the eyes of | |
| God I reside in modern day | |
| Vietnam Filled with yound minds designed and curious | |
| Soldier where's ya warpaint | |
| Situations's getting serious, new cops, | |
| New blocks, government issue new positions | |
| To take the | |
| Gods off the earth | |
| Is what the devil's wishing | |
| You won't last with religion | |
| It deals with division | |
| Allah's all | |
| United we stand son, divided we fall | |
| Throw a mic through a stage floor | |
| And hear the crowd roar | |
| Pandemonium, | |
| Killarm selling out in stores | |
| Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores | |
| Screaming hip-hop, is what we're living for (Chorus) [Islord] | |
| Eiyo, eiyo, what's today's mathematics, son you can't quote | |
| You get ya throat chopped by the sword | |
| I possess | |
| In my palms, that's coming down like napalm bombs | |
| That cause explosions now you frozen | |
| Thirty-two below the equator, cause you savor | |
| The flavor that the | |
| God branded on ya dome | |
| With the microphone | |
| That's multiple like a lifesaver | |
| Coming from all angles that hit ya pressure points | |
| And ya joints like a chiropractor | |
| That leave ya paralyzed > | |
| From ya neck on down to asscrack | |
| So where we at? | |
| We in da middle of a warzone black | |
| Politically word life you better open | |
| Yo eyes and realize the gameplan | |
| That the caucasian man got mastered | |
| And ya only plan with one man left on the battlefield | |
| So grab ya stell and ya shield and stand firm | |
| With your | |
| God-U now, your | |
| God-U's right now | |
| Cock back with off safety with one in da head | |
| [9th Prince] | Enough said (Chorus) |
| Yo, yo Poetic extremely urgent material | |
| Hit the streets that's made of criminals imperial | |
| My eagle claw snatch out your testicle | |
| Imma kill her without the serial | |
| Spitting poisonous darts seize the charts | |
| Attack the heart, undersiege like sharks in the dark | |
| Visionous lyricist with a pen that's poisonous | |
| Deadly venoms that'll drill em, stick em, pill em | |
| Reveal em and kill em like the | |
| Pilgrims Challenging executioner, you must be stupid | |
| I'm in Jupiter, | |
| I turn ya ass into stone like | |
| Medusa Nighttime addition when | |
| I vision, | |
| MC's are prisoners | |
| And stage is the prison, 9th | |
| Prince the warden | |
| Mind is made of platinum, | |
| I feel a million civilians | |
| I flow like water skiing through the region | |
| Lyrical avenger with a two-shot | |
| Dillinger | |
| Prime Minister of ninja | |
| Plot assassination with a | |
| Desert Eagle silencer (Chorus) |
| zuo qu : Bougard, Delvalle, Hamlin ... | |
| Chorus: Allah sees everything, everything | |
| Allah sees everything, everything ... P. R. Terrorist | |
| Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms | |
| Swing ya magic wand | |
| Disarm ya firearm | |
| Hear the sirens flee the scene calm | |
| Through the eyes of | |
| God I reside in modern day | |
| Vietnam Filled with yound minds designed and curious | |
| Soldier where' s ya warpaint | |
| Situations' s getting serious, new cops, | |
| New blocks, government issue new positions | |
| To take the | |
| Gods off the earth | |
| Is what the devil' s wishing | |
| You won' t last with religion | |
| It deals with division | |
| Allah' s all | |
| United we stand son, divided we fall | |
| Throw a mic through a stage floor | |
| And hear the crowd roar | |
| Pandemonium, | |
| Killarm selling out in stores | |
| Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores | |
| Screaming hiphop, is what we' re living for Chorus Islord | |
| Eiyo, eiyo, what' s today' s mathematics, son you can' t quote | |
| You get ya throat chopped by the sword | |
| I possess | |
| In my palms, that' s coming down like napalm bombs | |
| That cause explosions now you frozen | |
| Thirtytwo below the equator, cause you savor | |
| The flavor that the | |
| God branded on ya dome | |
| With the microphone | |
| That' s multiple like a lifesaver | |
| Coming from all angles that hit ya pressure points | |
| And ya joints like a chiropractor | |
| That leave ya paralyzed | |
| From ya neck on down to asscrack | |
| So where we at? | |
| We in da middle of a warzone black | |
| Politically word life you better open | |
| Yo eyes and realize the gameplan | |
| That the caucasian man got mastered | |
| And ya only plan with one man left on the battlefield | |
| So grab ya stell and ya shield and stand firm | |
| With your | |
| GodU now, your | |
| GodU' s right now | |
| Cock back with off safety with one in da head | |
| [9th Prince] | Enough said Chorus |
| Yo, yo Poetic extremely urgent material | |
| Hit the streets that' s made of criminals imperial | |
| My eagle claw snatch out your testicle | |
| Imma kill her without the serial | |
| Spitting poisonous darts seize the charts | |
| Attack the heart, undersiege like sharks in the dark | |
| Visionous lyricist with a pen that' s poisonous | |
| Deadly venoms that' ll drill em, stick em, pill em | |
| Reveal em and kill em like the | |
| Pilgrims Challenging executioner, you must be stupid | |
| I' m in Jupiter, | |
| I turn ya ass into stone like | |
| Medusa Nighttime addition when | |
| I vision, | |
| MC' s are prisoners | |
| And stage is the prison, 9th | |
| Prince the warden | |
| Mind is made of platinum, | |
| I feel a million civilians | |
| I flow like water skiing through the region | |
| Lyrical avenger with a twoshot | |
| Dillinger | |
| Prime Minister of ninja | |
| Plot assassination with a | |
| Desert Eagle silencer Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Bougard, Delvalle, Hamlin ... | |
| Chorus: Allah sees everything, everything | |
| Allah sees everything, everything ... P. R. Terrorist | |
| Yo, Master thought inaudible to palms | |
| Swing ya magic wand | |
| Disarm ya firearm | |
| Hear the sirens flee the scene calm | |
| Through the eyes of | |
| God I reside in modern day | |
| Vietnam Filled with yound minds designed and curious | |
| Soldier where' s ya warpaint | |
| Situations' s getting serious, new cops, | |
| New blocks, government issue new positions | |
| To take the | |
| Gods off the earth | |
| Is what the devil' s wishing | |
| You won' t last with religion | |
| It deals with division | |
| Allah' s all | |
| United we stand son, divided we fall | |
| Throw a mic through a stage floor | |
| And hear the crowd roar | |
| Pandemonium, | |
| Killarm selling out in stores | |
| Alcololic beverages, white boys sweating from their pores | |
| Screaming hiphop, is what we' re living for Chorus Islord | |
| Eiyo, eiyo, what' s today' s mathematics, son you can' t quote | |
| You get ya throat chopped by the sword | |
| I possess | |
| In my palms, that' s coming down like napalm bombs | |
| That cause explosions now you frozen | |
| Thirtytwo below the equator, cause you savor | |
| The flavor that the | |
| God branded on ya dome | |
| With the microphone | |
| That' s multiple like a lifesaver | |
| Coming from all angles that hit ya pressure points | |
| And ya joints like a chiropractor | |
| That leave ya paralyzed | |
| From ya neck on down to asscrack | |
| So where we at? | |
| We in da middle of a warzone black | |
| Politically word life you better open | |
| Yo eyes and realize the gameplan | |
| That the caucasian man got mastered | |
| And ya only plan with one man left on the battlefield | |
| So grab ya stell and ya shield and stand firm | |
| With your | |
| GodU now, your | |
| GodU' s right now | |
| Cock back with off safety with one in da head | |
| [9th Prince] | Enough said Chorus |
| Yo, yo Poetic extremely urgent material | |
| Hit the streets that' s made of criminals imperial | |
| My eagle claw snatch out your testicle | |
| Imma kill her without the serial | |
| Spitting poisonous darts seize the charts | |
| Attack the heart, undersiege like sharks in the dark | |
| Visionous lyricist with a pen that' s poisonous | |
| Deadly venoms that' ll drill em, stick em, pill em | |
| Reveal em and kill em like the | |
| Pilgrims Challenging executioner, you must be stupid | |
| I' m in Jupiter, | |
| I turn ya ass into stone like | |
| Medusa Nighttime addition when | |
| I vision, | |
| MC' s are prisoners | |
| And stage is the prison, 9th | |
| Prince the warden | |
| Mind is made of platinum, | |
| I feel a million civilians | |
| I flow like water skiing through the region | |
| Lyrical avenger with a twoshot | |
| Dillinger | |
| Prime Minister of ninja | |
| Plot assassination with a | |
| Desert Eagle silencer Chorus |