(feat. 60 Second Assassin, 9th Prince, Blue Raspberry & Shabazz the Disciple)
[Intro: Cilvaringz (9th Prince)]
Yo, prepare for the most dangerous (yo)
Blood to the beloved (yeah, stand clear, 9th Prince is back)
Bazz and Ringz, Sunz of Man, Blue Ras, Wu-Tang (been long, Prince Saddam)
Valentine Day Massacre
[9th Prince]
Aiyo, unlock the chain, relieve stress from my brain
You know it's militant, while we hoppin' the train
Killarm's a street gang, Stapleton hang out, no doubt
Street professor with the most clout, show you what it's about
Mathematics switch us with a brolic ass
Automatics that cause havoc, for fast cash
Pedal spark, I mark trademark in the heart
A young Mozart, swim with tiger sharks in the wet myst
Of Shaolin Dart Art, a million soldier march
Promote the tip, nigga, messed apart
Crash your bones, stick and stones, black Al Capone
Torture microphone, broked in the barriers for stealin' my known
The Desert Eagle chrome, war poems
The hall was built, like the Prince of Egypt's home
We can it back to Soldiers of Darkness
Where Madman was heartless, killed by them squadrons
[60 Second Assassin]
By all God's be fury, you get thrown in the maze of court and jury
The psychopath, chief of the warcloud
Warpath, whippin' up his ass, roll up this world like atlas
In-car-nate, styles you can call, death child roam as I flinch
I got eyebrow, I be flippin' the crack of a smile
Alright runt, play wild child
Enter the pow-wow, in a stance I'mma bow
Cuz since you bow, you should be stripped of your gown
You made it made shipped out
What the fuck you done tripped out, missed out
You second count, be allowed
You seem to lost your whereabout, there about
Like we the mile mad house, every second's take out
Try to break out, get locked about
Think you jukebox on the house
*Blue Raspberry vocalizes*
[Cilvaringz]
Yo, North African Killa Bee, I manslaughter cobras
Pierce the skin, with the Fist of the White Lotus
New apocalyptic, lost past the target
Fail to bring homage, be like, all of it, survive it
The Gods who swing guillotine swords at ya
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-chop off your head
I slay the sickest swordsmen, I boast more than
Scissor hype the loan of my east water, slay those
Who oppose my Temple, the God of all Gods
The one and only RZA, disciple with ninja stars
With weapons on my dart, with force as my heart
Fuck that, top forty chart shit, I blew with 18 Bronzemen
Prepare, caution, here come the wise, turn aliens to swordsmen
Swinging nine axes, made of sharp lead
My blade be the angel of death, that chop's heads
[Shabazz the Disciple]
This be the 16 bar rosery reading, of the unholy heathen
You soul will be leaving, you be needing them roses
And meeting death, lead pillow wet, watchin' silhoutte
Of all those in the evening
Inhalin' the gospel too deep, your brain and your nose will be bleeding
Impaler, upside down cruciform's, how I nail ya
Cremate your fuckin' flesh to ashes, then inhale ya
Dark angel of death, sent in to strangle the rest
Got you entangled in a hell rectangle of angles that left
Blow your spirit out the back of your head, and smack the seven ghosts
As soon as you ass back from the death, rapped to them Heaven's host
Sentenced through wages for your sin days
Have the Priest, puttin' your ashes on they foreheads on Ash Wednesday
Beloved layin' with they soul, in the smother of dirt
Mother prayin' from the cold vision, as he hovers the Earth
The ceremony at the cathedral, will be evil for those listening
February the fourteenth, all behold the blood Christening
*Blue Raspberry vocalizing to end*
[OutroNULL]
Now go into your fuckin' room
Get your gun, go shoot somebody
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