Last Poet Lyrics
| Song | Last Poet |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Delvalle, Hamlin, Pressely ... | |
| Intro：p.r. terrorist | |
| Just enter the 3rd world | |
| Clear lines of communication | |
| Understanding, all things must be seen clearly | |
| For what they are not what they appear to be | |
| 360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher | |
| Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up | |
| [p.r. terrorist] | |
| The last poet construct the rhyme | |
| At a self-destruct in your tape deck | |
| In your walkman or in your truck | |
| Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block | |
| Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot | |
| Heavy heat,sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat | |
| Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street | |
| Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet | |
| War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete | |
| Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces | |
| Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung | |
| Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses | |
| Next lp my teams face all up in the sources | |
| [reporter] | |
| Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty. | |
| That is the way, he lived. that is what he leaves us. | |
| [islord] | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when i was trapped in mecca | |
| In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots | |
| To twist niggaz physical like cyclones | |
| But now i'm in the worst part, with the art | |
| That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs | |
| Because, you and your ten cats sat back | |
| Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough | |
| Like one swing of tiger woods, golf club | |
| That won the masters, by a landslide | |
| So pass that grass green cashman jacket | |
| This way, so i can swerve that a-way | |
| On my way to the homes of the grains of shaolin | |
| With king i divine, never smile when you enter | |
| The sector of the killa hill 10304 | |
| Just be prepared for war and blood shed | |
| Because there's no exit and no such thing as three men | |
| You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps | |
| And there's definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed | |
| Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black | |
| Like the hallways in alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber | |
| Of my baby girl nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse | |
| [reporter] | |
| We today have concluded in agreement to end the war | |
| And bring peace with honor in vietnam | |
| [9th prince] | |
| Yo, yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs | |
| I speak with authority but calm | |
| Bent back nigga like the hunch back from notre dame | |
| 24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks | |
| I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces | |
| I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist | |
| Fight with fatal blows like the white lotice | |
| Though this four time expansion at the wu-mansion | |
| Wu-tang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint | |
| A lenchmen killed off hitler's henchmen | |
| Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable | |
| Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable | |
| The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters | |
| Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters | |
| I slaughter like saddam hussein, giving killing orders | |
| [reporter] | |
| 5 months ago saddam hussein started this cruel war against kuwait, | |
| Tonight the battle has been joined. |
| zuo qu : Delvalle, Hamlin, Pressely ... | |
| Intro: p. r. terrorist | |
| Just enter the 3rd world | |
| Clear lines of communication | |
| Understanding, all things must be seen clearly | |
| For what they are not what they appear to be | |
| 360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher | |
| Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up | |
| p. r. terrorist | |
| The last poet construct the rhyme | |
| At a selfdestruct in your tape deck | |
| In your walkman or in your truck | |
| Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block | |
| Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot | |
| Heavy heat, sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat | |
| Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street | |
| Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet | |
| War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete | |
| Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces | |
| Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung | |
| Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses | |
| Next lp my teams face all up in the sources | |
| reporter | |
| Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty. | |
| That is the way, he lived. that is what he leaves us. | |
| islord | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when i was trapped in mecca | |
| In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots | |
| To twist niggaz physical like cyclones | |
| But now i' m in the worst part, with the art | |
| That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs | |
| Because, you and your ten cats sat back | |
| Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough | |
| Like one swing of tiger woods, golf club | |
| That won the masters, by a landslide | |
| So pass that grass green cashman jacket | |
| This way, so i can swerve that away | |
| On my way to the homes of the grains of shaolin | |
| With king i divine, never smile when you enter | |
| The sector of the killa hill 10304 | |
| Just be prepared for war and blood shed | |
| Because there' s no exit and no such thing as three men | |
| You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps | |
| And there' s definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed | |
| Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black | |
| Like the hallways in alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber | |
| Of my baby girl nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse | |
| reporter | |
| We today have concluded in agreement to end the war | |
| And bring peace with honor in vietnam | |
| [9th prince] | |
| Yo, yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs | |
| I speak with authority but calm | |
| Bent back nigga like the hunch back from notre dame | |
| 24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks | |
| I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces | |
| I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist | |
| Fight with fatal blows like the white lotice | |
| Though this four time expansion at the wumansion | |
| Wutang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint | |
| A lenchmen killed off hitler' s henchmen | |
| Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable | |
| Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable | |
| The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters | |
| Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters | |
| I slaughter like saddam hussein, giving killing orders | |
| reporter | |
| 5 months ago saddam hussein started this cruel war against kuwait, | |
| Tonight the battle has been joined. |
| zuò qǔ : Delvalle, Hamlin, Pressely ... | |
| Intro: p. r. terrorist | |
| Just enter the 3rd world | |
| Clear lines of communication | |
| Understanding, all things must be seen clearly | |
| For what they are not what they appear to be | |
| 360 degrees, understanding, equality, cipher | |
| Killarmy goin take you on this flight, buckle up | |
| p. r. terrorist | |
| The last poet construct the rhyme | |
| At a selfdestruct in your tape deck | |
| In your walkman or in your truck | |
| Benzy box, boom box, comstock upon my block | |
| Choppers hovering, bright lights got me on the spot | |
| Heavy heat, sucked in my boxes, rubbing on my meat | |
| Vigilante rap, take negociations to the street | |
| Money, mountain gear boots, laces hanging from my feet | |
| War is never pretty, get your face scrapped on concrete | |
| Its like the worlds against me, opposing forces | |
| Use my urban resources, refuse to get hung | |
| Off crosses, take no losses, the god wears gems that flosses | |
| Next lp my teams face all up in the sources | |
| reporter | |
| Like or not, we live in time of danger and uncertainty. | |
| That is the way, he lived. that is what he leaves us. | |
| islord | |
| Aiyyo, my thoughts flashback to when i was trapped in mecca | |
| In the middle of our warzone, squeezing off shots | |
| To twist niggaz physical like cyclones | |
| But now i' m in the worst part, with the art | |
| That watch the ghettos, that watch your five buroughs | |
| Because, you and your ten cats sat back | |
| Philasticly, and analyzed it, my shit to be thorough | |
| Like one swing of tiger woods, golf club | |
| That won the masters, by a landslide | |
| So pass that grass green cashman jacket | |
| This way, so i can swerve that away | |
| On my way to the homes of the grains of shaolin | |
| With king i divine, never smile when you enter | |
| The sector of the killa hill 10304 | |
| Just be prepared for war and blood shed | |
| Because there' s no exit and no such thing as three men | |
| You only got one man in this game that we play for keeps | |
| And there' s definately no arcade, bullets are sprayed | |
| Through the streets you gotta enter its pitch black | |
| Like the hallways in alcatraz, so run fast when you hear the chamber | |
| Of my baby girl nina, a verse, thats one in the hurse | |
| reporter | |
| We today have concluded in agreement to end the war | |
| And bring peace with honor in vietnam | |
| [9th prince] | |
| Yo, yo, my lyrics strike like uranium bombs | |
| I speak with authority but calm | |
| Bent back nigga like the hunch back from notre dame | |
| 24 track flashbacks, watch the mind travel like time tracks | |
| I live in the hidden fortress protected by nuclear forces | |
| I fly heads like a sorceress, rhyme trocherist | |
| Fight with fatal blows like the white lotice | |
| Though this four time expansion at the wumansion | |
| Wutang changes mean oxygen, blizzent like lint | |
| A lenchmen killed off hitler' s henchmen | |
| Scriptures of holy war, my dialog marvels are unstoppable | |
| Killarm, camouflage topicals are marvable | |
| The lost lord of pitfighters, sharkbiters | |
| Left back in the pitch room with dark fighters | |
| I slaughter like saddam hussein, giving killing orders | |
| reporter | |
| 5 months ago saddam hussein started this cruel war against kuwait, | |
| Tonight the battle has been joined. |
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