Wu-Renegades Lyrics
| Song | Wu-Renegades |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bougard, DelValle, Grant ... | |
| "for security reasons i am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed | |
| Location; because the subject of tonight's american expose is terrorism." | |
| (killarmy in this motherfucker) | |
| Intro/chorus: | |
| Yo, killarmy, we the last armaggedeon | |
| Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin | |
| In the streets, or in the sand war is on | |
| Now aside nigga here comes the pride | |
| Verse one: | |
| You can't persuade this brigade killarmy renegade | |
| On this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade | |
| Drill more heat than black suede, i'm the sun | |
| Beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found | |
| All you hear is the unreknowned sound | |
| That makes your eardrum pound, you can't avoid it | |
| It been exploited in your district | |
| The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics | |
| They criticize while i revise my enterprise | |
| Do the knowledge and you'll be surprised | |
| ?generalize and currency alive? | |
| While strong soldiers build with boulders | |
| Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight | |
| Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate | |
| Then motivate, now i'm out of state, usin my papermate | |
| To penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to | |
| The crimson tide that i provide, i dedicate | |
| My life to my poetry, if it's meant to be then let it be | |
| It's only right i'm out for the night, my life's a legacy | |
| Verse two: | |
| Yo, it's like i remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props | |
| From knockin rocks on the block ?to chop the fat priced and jock? | |
| I see the jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight | |
| We march across the golden gate bridge | |
| My mind is in the solider state | |
| Forever real, troops'll never squeal, so my beretta's peel | |
| Leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily | |
| I'm pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan lands | |
| Now my clan's doin tours in japan and san fran-cisco | |
| Liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols | |
| And keep my block hot like burnin crisco | |
| Wu-renegades, deadly switchblades | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse three: | |
| Check it out, yo, yo | |
| Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades | |
| At united snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy | |
| Build controversy, then perform surgery | |
| Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle | |
| Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle | |
| Like egyptians did, i perform inside pyramids | |
| Wu-tang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist | |
| For today's genesis, surrender | |
| Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas | |
| Supreme marine i move in submarines | |
| Anti-murderer, stage burgaler | |
| Rugged rhyme ?asserter-er, with the righteous crutches? | |
| Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, destructicons | |
| Best to kill or camouflage, desert storm | |
| On the battle before i lost a arm | |
| Held on to my sword took both hands like voltron | |
| Like the master who's imperial, king of the scenario | |
| To all my universal soldiers, salute the general | |
| Verse four: | |
| I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical | |
| Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible | |
| My name is born god allah, king of north america | |
| On a ship i was stripped of my knowledge and wits | |
| Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties | |
| Off with your dome i roam through your war zone with a platoon | |
| Full of soldiers with dust bones | |
| Ain't nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit | |
| Tie you up with your barracks | |
| With heat-seeking lyrics and my ?royal friends from the tribe of indians? | |
| I break down your physical change it to a chemical | |
| You cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
| zuo qu : Bougard, DelValle, Grant ... | |
| " for security reasons i am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed | |
| Location because the subject of tonight' s american expose is terrorism." | |
| killarmy in this motherfucker | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Yo, killarmy, we the last armaggedeon | |
| Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin | |
| In the streets, or in the sand war is on | |
| Now aside nigga here comes the pride | |
| Verse one: | |
| You can' t persuade this brigade killarmy renegade | |
| On this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade | |
| Drill more heat than black suede, i' m the sun | |
| Beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found | |
| All you hear is the unreknowned sound | |
| That makes your eardrum pound, you can' t avoid it | |
| It been exploited in your district | |
| The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics | |
| They criticize while i revise my enterprise | |
| Do the knowledge and you' ll be surprised | |
| ? generalize and currency alive? | |
| While strong soldiers build with boulders | |
| Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight | |
| Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate | |
| Then motivate, now i' m out of state, usin my papermate | |
| To penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to | |
| The crimson tide that i provide, i dedicate | |
| My life to my poetry, if it' s meant to be then let it be | |
| It' s only right i' m out for the night, my life' s a legacy | |
| Verse two: | |
| Yo, it' s like i remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props | |
| From knockin rocks on the block ? to chop the fat priced and jock? | |
| I see the jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight | |
| We march across the golden gate bridge | |
| My mind is in the solider state | |
| Forever real, troops' ll never squeal, so my beretta' s peel | |
| Leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily | |
| I' m pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan lands | |
| Now my clan' s doin tours in japan and san francisco | |
| Liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols | |
| And keep my block hot like burnin crisco | |
| Wurenegades, deadly switchblades | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse three: | |
| Check it out, yo, yo | |
| Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades | |
| At united snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy | |
| Build controversy, then perform surgery | |
| Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle | |
| Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle | |
| Like egyptians did, i perform inside pyramids | |
| Wutang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist | |
| For today' s genesis, surrender | |
| Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas | |
| Supreme marine i move in submarines | |
| Antimurderer, stage burgaler | |
| Rugged rhyme ? asserterer, with the righteous crutches? | |
| Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, destructicons | |
| Best to kill or camouflage, desert storm | |
| On the battle before i lost a arm | |
| Held on to my sword took both hands like voltron | |
| Like the master who' s imperial, king of the scenario | |
| To all my universal soldiers, salute the general | |
| Verse four: | |
| I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical | |
| Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible | |
| My name is born god allah, king of north america | |
| On a ship i was stripped of my knowledge and wits | |
| Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties | |
| Off with your dome i roam through your war zone with a platoon | |
| Full of soldiers with dust bones | |
| Ain' t nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit | |
| Tie you up with your barracks | |
| With heatseeking lyrics and my ? royal friends from the tribe of indians? | |
| I break down your physical change it to a chemical | |
| You cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
| zuò qǔ : Bougard, DelValle, Grant ... | |
| " for security reasons i am broadcasting tonight from an undisclosed | |
| Location because the subject of tonight' s american expose is terrorism." | |
| killarmy in this motherfucker | |
| Intro chorus: | |
| Yo, killarmy, we the last armaggedeon | |
| Prepare yourself now for the six man wettin | |
| In the streets, or in the sand war is on | |
| Now aside nigga here comes the pride | |
| Verse one: | |
| You can' t persuade this brigade killarmy renegade | |
| On this crusade lyrical murder is sure to be my trade | |
| Drill more heat than black suede, i' m the sun | |
| Beamin on your dome when the shade is nowhere to be found | |
| All you hear is the unreknowned sound | |
| That makes your eardrum pound, you can' t avoid it | |
| It been exploited in your district | |
| The ballistics are statistics fuck the critics | |
| They criticize while i revise my enterprise | |
| Do the knowledge and you' ll be surprised | |
| ? generalize and currency alive? | |
| While strong soldiers build with boulders | |
| Forts and barriers, my brain pattern hold weight like a freight | |
| Sharp like ice skates, blows this track like a cellmate | |
| Then motivate, now i' m out of state, usin my papermate | |
| To penetrate, through open minds that take the time to listen to | |
| The crimson tide that i provide, i dedicate | |
| My life to my poetry, if it' s meant to be then let it be | |
| It' s only right i' m out for the night, my life' s a legacy | |
| Verse two: | |
| Yo, it' s like i remember slapboxin now we clap shots to catch props | |
| From knockin rocks on the block ? to chop the fat priced and jock? | |
| I see the jakes and motivate cause half my team be holdin weight | |
| We march across the golden gate bridge | |
| My mind is in the solider state | |
| Forever real, troops' ll never squeal, so my beretta' s peel | |
| Leisurely, and penetrate your mental shield, easily | |
| I' m pleased to be, the man hundred grand, the tan lands | |
| Now my clan' s doin tours in japan and san francisco | |
| Liver than disco packin nickel plated pistols | |
| And keep my block hot like burnin crisco | |
| Wurenegades, deadly switchblades | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Verse three: | |
| Check it out, yo, yo | |
| Renegades are slayed in steel cage, that wave war blades | |
| At united snakes parade, the unforgiven law no mercy | |
| Build controversy, then perform surgery | |
| Killarmy, we meet at a ninety degree angle | |
| Universal star angels, we form the tip of a triangle | |
| Like egyptians did, i perform inside pyramids | |
| Wutang, a scientist, label me the last lyricist | |
| For today' s genesis, surrender | |
| Take you on an adventure like they had kidnapped seven ninjas | |
| Supreme marine i move in submarines | |
| Antimurderer, stage burgaler | |
| Rugged rhyme ? asserterer, with the righteous crutches? | |
| Lyrical ruckus, build to destruction, destructicons | |
| Best to kill or camouflage, desert storm | |
| On the battle before i lost a arm | |
| Held on to my sword took both hands like voltron | |
| Like the master who' s imperial, king of the scenario | |
| To all my universal soldiers, salute the general | |
| Verse four: | |
| I come armed with explosive chemicals just dream me in physical | |
| Killarmy individuals the concept of principles that are highly indispensible | |
| My name is born god allah, king of north america | |
| On a ship i was stripped of my knowledge and wits | |
| Death to all enemies, by your own fuckin penalties | |
| Off with your dome i roam through your war zone with a platoon | |
| Full of soldiers with dust bones | |
| Ain' t nuttin but the army shit, one minute til we all hit | |
| Tie you up with your barracks | |
| With heatseeking lyrics and my ? royal friends from the tribe of indians? | |
| I break down your physical change it to a chemical | |
| You cats are made of wickedness, the black man be original | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| Let it vibe, homicide, suicide |
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