Lyrics:

We are at war with the enemy we can't see
A brutal conspiracy of assassination
Kidnappings, bombings, hijackings and mass murders


There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear
Now the principal language spoken here is gunfire
It is a world war lead by holy men, madmen and millions of disciples willing to die for their cause. Their strategy is worldwide terrorism

It's time to go to war, niggas
Get the bulletproof vests, niggas
Word up
(x4)
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

Yo, yo, yo
All rhymes is mad raw nigga, metaphors pour from my jaws
Lyric sauce, got high with fly sounds bound the floors
It's war, for all you rap acts with wack comebacks
I pack gats and Glock four-fifths, to be exact
Like that kid strikes to yo' knot, one shot
I bang slang to yo' brain, get you open off top
On some What What! nigga, take that and then some
Sin's dumb when it comes to tracks and phat drums
I yum hum lyrical tunes that boom
Crush consume brains
Leaving your veins sporting puncture wounds
Aim and pop, blazing hot Glock
Grazing ya knot, cock the killshot
It's millitant, bomboclaat
Ya, wan test nigga
Best be on meths, G
I blast fast and shatter that ass just like Plexiglas
Fool, last tool shiped with dime
Homicide collide with energized thoughts from Park Side Apartheid
Split yo' flesh from yo' chest
My complex style be wild, 'nuff tough like rough sex or roughnecks
I dedicate this track to the suspects
The real live niggas ain't afraid to bust TEC's

Seven soldiers, militant darkness for heavenly niggas in heaven
Strapped with the holy MAC-11's
We turn to devils and poison your reverends
Razor blade stashed inside the Bible
Stalk through the church like a madman on arrival
I conquered your armor in the battle of honor, seven-men contra
Dead man because the war strategy fight his bomber
My thoughts is elevated, ours liberated
So keep this in mind, my switchblade double-bladed
I take off the heads of those who worship Adam and Eve
From the garden of Eden, follow the prince of thieves
I ain't the God-U, I'm a lyrical burglar
A surprise of killin' like Cain did the first murder
Chorus (x4):
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

Silent Weapons, instruments of combat
Used in quiet wars when I attack
MC's become P.O.W.'s, missing in action
Shogun the Assassin, strikes with rage when I engage
In street wars with neighborhood drug lords
Legendary weaponry like crossbows
Bows and arrows get aimed at foes
And penetrates trough the skin but first through your clothes
My platoon's uniform is Timbo's and camo's
Night’s dark 'cause you're being followed by dark shadows
Commandos with heavy ammo
We are the men of war, refugees from Jeff County
Army of black knights, sinners 'til the death strikes

Chorus:
Grab yo' army suits and your fat black boots
Military gear and go out like troops

Run with the killa and the Clan, I came with the scam
A full proof plan to dead the coloured men

Climate using rays from the sun
Dom Pachino, Madman, assassinate tracks with Shogun...