chorus: Blood for Blood without remorse
a bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
Blood for blood
Blood for Blood without rewards


(Dom PaChino)
Deep in the hot sands of Savannah, stands a rhymin' highlander,
Mental expander with all the propaganda
You in a contest, on his conquest
lies a rap voyager, articla lyricist
Lyrics are Delhi like asbestis
You get cardiac arrested by the specialist
Commando with no encore, sore like a bald eagle
to this world full of evil
a shields of forcefield, transparent like Dear Parks spring water
tracks are trench slaughter like a chainsaw massacre
an ancient warrior trapped in Castlevania
One more way to explain is anger

(Shogun Assason)
To all my universal soldiers stay at attention
while I strategize an invasion, the mission be assasination
snipers hittin' car casins with semi-automatic shots heard around the world
My part is to control the globe and hold the world hostage
and my fingertips with tight grips like Atlas
See I got a warplan more deadlier than Hitler
It was all written down in ancient scriptures

Chorus: A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
Blood for Blood
Blood for Blood without remorse
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
Blood for blood


(9th Prince)
Yo, a re-genesis, a speak lyricist, X-ray visionist
lyrical specialist under world terrorist
my razorblade custom sharpness
sharpin' the sword 'n' re-killed by the lord
the last platoon set up a camp fire on the moon
Be built of a will, illuminate soon

all my soldiers train with eagle claws
first to three of military laws
we create a massacre like Texas chainsaw
blood for blood keep the unity thick like mud
Killarmy attack 'n' pell of fighters
Deadly control of Lone Rangers, soap a sky blackness
Squadron ally bombers like Hitler and the battle of Britain
analyse my vision then join my collision
which is a war conviction, militant chamber that's headin'

Chorus: my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
blood for blood
blood for blood

(Beretta 9)
Yo, check the convoy is parachutes diploid
a squadron of arment Killarms garment, it's sexist
surrender yo' shows 'n' yo' weapons
force the section pass the ammonition
shit is deep as I walk into danger
blowin' up spots with bad times 'n' anger
outlaws dipped to black for T-cap
with more force to loot
I bomb beyond the strike back
the Army, seven man deep, back to back
I pullin' out gats, lounchin' deadly attacks
I be goin' to war, unheard 'n' unseen
awakin' from yo' dreams, puck gunshots 'n' screams
don't got time for the snitchers, leave 'em count their stitches
make 'em take a fall in the bloody ditches
Beretta 9 givin' it raw, blood for blood
now we've gathered all at war

Chorus: why, blood for blood
blood for blood without remorse
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
blood for blood
blood for blood without remorse
A bullet pierced my true love's side
In life's young spring so early
blood for blood
blood for blood without remorse


Lyrics submitted by kornchick, edited by Ilia9

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    General CommentThey say that the best generals are logisticians (that means people who are skilled at calculating the cost and the supply needs of a military operation dumbass). Shogun assasin obviously hasn't taken logistical considerations into account when launching this race war. He considers himself a mini Hitler. But we all know what happened to Hitler for overextending and overconfidence in warfare. A bullet to the head and some arsinic.

    Gats take ammunition. Soldiers need food and water. Intelegence is needed to decipher the plans of the enemy. In this tome to a hypothetical racewar with whitey, I don't see any militarily sound doctrine emerging. As far as I know, there aren't any strictly black arms manufacturers. How will you replace worn out 9mm's? How will you replace spent ammunition. How will you feed your soldiers when whitey blockades your inner city slums with tanks. The average "gat" 9mm has a range measured in feet. You're potential enemy, a typical redneck whiteguy is skilled at deer hunting and uses a weapon with an effective range up to a mile. You might as well be throwing sticks and stones.

    Here's an idea, why don't you give up this grand illusion of getting back at whitey? Getting back for what? Slavery... that happened 150 years ago. The civil rights movement was derailed by the likes of you morons. You are your own worst enemy.

    But I say bring it on Killarmy. White people know how to fight as well...
    Klaymoreon May 16, 2007   Link

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