Galactics Songtext
von Killarmy

I can still remember the day my father told me
That wars are always started by the ego and ambitions of one person
"War is the worst thing, and unfortunately
One of the most essential things in the world", he said
My father was definitely a very eccentric person
And as a boy, I was too young to understand why my father
Constantly spoke about how and why wars began
Especially, when we lived in the most
Beautiful and peaceful place in the world

Killaarm, nine-eight
Let′s LP the banger, yeah

Yo, Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take 'em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty
Rollin tanks, carry shanks, while y′all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gunpowder roll blacked down dealin with ranks
Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take 'em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty


Yo, what's the science on ya crab ass niggas out here
In this rap shit, turnin this shit into some fuckin
Actor shit, step into my chamber, I hang ya
Like a stranger, out to dry with the mic cord
Wrapped around ya neck like two times, designed
To leave ya breathless, to the point where you passed out
Flat lined it, simple minded ass cats
Get ya fingers snapped back outta place (what?)
And dislocate it, reachin for that mic device, kid I′m nice

Yo we never timid, break the speed limit and state laws
And glass jaws and they mauls, burst pause, we take draws
Wise guys ruin the prize guys, we snatch mics
Piss right, turn out the light, mathematics strikes the sight
Make me ball my fist tight, we wild every night
Bump shoulders, clubs over night, push started to fight
With this analog, who locked the dialog
Bash his dome with the Smirnoff, now we square one off
Razor sharp face off, Killarmy cut
Pushin through like what, always posted up
Double edged, leave you with a buck fifty-three nigga

Yo, Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take ′em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty
Rollin tanks, carry shanks, while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gunpowder roll blacked down dealin with ranks
Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take ′em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty


Terrorist, arch nemesis, this is my testament
Eternal life is through the mind, the first element
The first to settle it, the first to pull the metal
The first to defeat the devil, the first to take it to that level
Feel the volume, adjust the levels, EQ the treble
The first and last rebel crushin stone into a pebble
Dunk ya track in holy water, baptize, my rhyme is water
Ice mentorah, mental explorer, my godly aura
Star bright, light up ya life like nightlight
Heard you wanna fight, return ya ass twice, mental and physically

Yo, the last star fighter, pigeon-toed soldier, know I'm full exposure
Build with Noah, Asiatic composer, mic killer, black boa
To retreat, renegade envoy, seek and destroy
Any man, that sleeps with the fear disease and paranoid
Like Prince trapped in a time zone, in seventeen fifty-one
He pray behind a corpse in Rome, push and dogs his clone
Lyrical art that bite his containers to the bone
I rhyme Battlestar Galactica, terrorist melocontactor
Scarface is a mask of courage, weak lyricists perish
I cut courage, physical frame, political package
Razor blade so sharp it′ll slice ya eyelashes
Rappers gossip while I speak gospel
Like the teachings of Christ and the apostles
The mind of matter, I'm deep into the science
I smother emcee with pillow, and let ′em die in silence

Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take 'em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty
Rollin tanks, carry shanks, while y'all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gunpowder roll blacked down dealin with ranks
Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take ′em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty
Rollin tanks, carry shanks, while y′all niggas shoot blanks
Live on gunpowder roll blacked down dealin with ranks
Killarmy in ya galaxy, in ya continent
In ya state, in ya city, take 'em to war
Throw ya grenades, the shit is gritty
This shit is gritty, so gritty

But, always, warriors feel events churning around them
Spiraling, closing in
Some sit and wait too long
Others, listen to their instincts, and prepare