| Song | Murder Venue |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| 作曲 : Bougard, Brown, Delvalle ... | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk | |
| Everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk, going berserk... [Beretta 9] | |
| Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought | |
| Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot | |
| On some fifteen global thirteen magazine | |
| Scope rifle with the infra-red beam, check out my leen | |
| Mark the skyrise, who one a prize, between your eyes | |
| Keep it camouflaged, always disguised | |
| We invinsible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensible | |
| Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall | |
| On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled | |
| Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed | |
| Word up [Dom Pachino] | |
| Mental repititions, terrorist expeditions, conditions | |
| Teach truth on this mission, break you down with competitions | |
| Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your juristiction | |
| Ain't no intermission, seen it all through preminition | |
| Build with my earth, the knowledge mean god | |
| In my solar position, sun of man, understand | |
| Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician | |
| Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence | |
| Carry out the wu-tradition, sharpen my sword | |
| Choppin off heads, so play your distance | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| [9th Prince] | Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk... |
| Yo, I'm from the hot lavas of the planet earth | |
| Thoughts of star, burst ??? the universe | |
| I slap the shit out the nurse | |
| For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth | |
| I'm the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, | |
| I spit verabl spears | |
| Army of Black | |
| Knights, conquerers, killers, gorillas, warfare | |
| My mind is in a straight-jacket, the tongue is a hatchet | |
| Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy's coalition | |
| Face track animations, | |
| Masta Killa, pass my the god jewels so | |
| I could murder | |
| Satan 9th | |
| Prince is a silent analyzer | |
| Hypnotize, genocide to set him on fire, then become a terrible tragic | |
| Insane off rhyme cocaine, as fierce as drug addicts | |
| My mind is clear like the state-of-the-art graphics | |
| The laser war, infra-red lords | |
| Prince Sadaam has cause to destroy like jaws | |
| The high-intellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs | |
| High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves [Killa Sin] | |
| To see the gods fall, never that | |
| I hold the black metal for golden raps | |
| Where the soldiers at, dealing with math | |
| We still upon that, killer combat | |
| Form the righteous uprising | |
| Two flies within the eyes of uncivilized men | |
| Got fake niggaz posing like they heismen | |
| Push through like limemen | |
| Attack your quarterback on consignment | |
| The key to living life is refinement | |
| It's knowledge of self, without allah you never gonna survive this | |
| Merciless, onslaught this bra-fourth within you | |
| Continue to turn concerts to a murder venue | |
| It's all real, always blood spill in that direction | |
| Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons | |
| Small minds add to hard times of all times | |
| It's a thin line between the scene of the crime | |
| So, don't cross it | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk | |
| Everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk, going berserk |
| zuò qǔ : Bougard, Brown, Delvalle ... | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk | |
| Everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk, going berserk... Beretta 9 | |
| Aiyyo, we could see thought, express thought | |
| Red dot on the plot, marksman operating one shot | |
| On some fifteen global thirteen magazine | |
| Scope rifle with the infrared beam, check out my leen | |
| Mark the skyrise, who one a prize, between your eyes | |
| Keep it camouflaged, always disguised | |
| We invinsible, ninja through, coming through kid, we indispensible | |
| Stand tall, justice for all, we off the wall | |
| On some, born build, keep your eyes peeled | |
| Guns concealed, shit is real kid, wine or get killed | |
| Word up Dom Pachino | |
| Mental repititions, terrorist expeditions, conditions | |
| Teach truth on this mission, break you down with competitions | |
| Paragraphs of friction, terrorize your juristiction | |
| Ain' t no intermission, seen it all through preminition | |
| Build with my earth, the knowledge mean god | |
| In my solar position, sun of man, understand | |
| Observe and listen, mind of a mathematician | |
| Disappear like a magician, deal with persistence | |
| Carry out the wutradition, sharpen my sword | |
| Choppin off heads, so play your distance | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| [9th Prince] | Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk... |
| Yo, I' m from the hot lavas of the planet earth | |
| Thoughts of star, burst ??? the universe | |
| I slap the shit out the nurse | |
| For trying to stick needles inside the head off my new birth | |
| I' m the lord, pioneer, microphone engineer, | |
| I spit verabl spears | |
| Army of Black | |
| Knights, conquerers, killers, gorillas, warfare | |
| My mind is in a straightjacket, the tongue is a hatchet | |
| Eyes is night visions, my nose east meets my enemy' s coalition | |
| Face track animations, | |
| Masta Killa, pass my the god jewels so | |
| I could murder | |
| Satan 9th | |
| Prince is a silent analyzer | |
| Hypnotize, genocide to set him on fire, then become a terrible tragic | |
| Insane off rhyme cocaine, as fierce as drug addicts | |
| My mind is clear like the stateoftheart graphics | |
| The laser war, infrared lords | |
| Prince Sadaam has cause to destroy like jaws | |
| The highintellect, word doctor, healing verbs, my cure is poetry herbs | |
| High blood pressure thoughts break down your nerves Killa Sin | |
| To see the gods fall, never that | |
| I hold the black metal for golden raps | |
| Where the soldiers at, dealing with math | |
| We still upon that, killer combat | |
| Form the righteous uprising | |
| Two flies within the eyes of uncivilized men | |
| Got fake niggaz posing like they heismen | |
| Push through like limemen | |
| Attack your quarterback on consignment | |
| The key to living life is refinement | |
| It' s knowledge of self, without allah you never gonna survive this | |
| Merciless, onslaught this brafourth within you | |
| Continue to turn concerts to a murder venue | |
| It' s all real, always blood spill in that direction | |
| Keep your fingers steady when you operate your weapons | |
| Small minds add to hard times of all times | |
| It' s a thin line between the scene of the crime | |
| So, don' t cross it | |
| Chorus: Islord 2x | |
| Aiyyo, everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk | |
| Everything is real like blue steel | |
| Being pulled out at sold out concert | |
| Niggaz and bitches going berserk going berserk, going berserk |