| Song | Red Dawn |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Skuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run | |
| Dirty weaponry fill my clip with rusty dum dums | |
| It hardly worked right, when i bust it hardly jerked right | |
| Smith and wesson type, illuminate the block all night | |
| Serial scraped, found it in the nearby lake | |
| Dried it off, an hour later caught your man for his cake | |
| Administrate an earthquake, the earth shake | |
| Your body ache, your lifes at stake stake | |
| Your lyrics aint holding no wieght | |
| Parylize your enterprise cause they moving like snakes | |
| Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas | |
| Spark that ass with the friction that my music enhance | |
| Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash | |
| Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last | |
| Knowledge and understanding one and the same | |
| I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain | |
| I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins | |
| Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came | |
| [ 9th prince ] | |
| Yo, yo im the master of ceremony revolutionist | |
| Pirates of dark waters meterologist | |
| Slang thugs be sublime to to abdict lyrics is dangerous | |
| I exiled myself from earth and built a home on uranus | |
| 9th prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic | |
| The stage is gymnasium | |
| I slay through the rythem, i tear notes like patriotism | |
| The universal, find at rehearsal | |
| Rappers is too commercial, i live til we murder you | |
| We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition | |
| With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils | |
| Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses | |
| Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface | |
| Psychic predictions, its the imitation of the minds of egyptians | |
| Political, poor then musician | |
| Tools hit the moon make the earth cause collision | |
| With seven planets, then i vanish | |
| So call me the human titanic | |
| Seize the prisoner in captivity | |
| Son of solar broke the laws of gravity | |
| Fellows incarcerated, assault and battery against the music academy | |
| Mcs is too gentle | |
| Stab my pencil inside your temple | |
| And revenge the general | |
| [ chorus: p.r. terrorist ] | |
| Red dawn, war pawns, raps nasty like porn | |
| Pass on, transform, arm leg leg arm | |
| Supreme head, infra-red, we form like voltron | |
| We form like voltron | |
| [ beretta 9 ] | |
| We go to war like arabians, pakistinians, richmond and indians | |
| Germans, muslims, vikings, patriots | |
| Trojans, conquistodors, romans | |
| Projects, aztecs, confederates, yankees, nazis | |
| Nomvets drown you in the ocean get your shit open | |
| Shouldve had your sword but it was broken | |
| Strike your whole facility with strength and agility | |
| To the best of my ability with heavy artillerary | |
| Extreme me a military killarmy adversary | |
| Shot your first platoon, drop a bomb on your secondary | |
| Mindstate be war, for this newer revolutionary | |
| Beretta aiming sights at your dome and at your coronary | |
| Then i finish you off with a banner to the respiratory | |
| Best prepare to die when you step into my territory | |
| [ chorus ] ( 2x ) | |
| Then drop a bomb | |
| Word is bon |
| Skuffed up guns, toss the filthy heat then run | |
| Dirty weaponry fill my clip with rusty dum dums | |
| It hardly worked right, when i bust it hardly jerked right | |
| Smith and wesson type, illuminate the block all night | |
| Serial scraped, found it in the nearby lake | |
| Dried it off, an hour later caught your man for his cake | |
| Administrate an earthquake, the earth shake | |
| Your body ache, your lifes at stake stake | |
| Your lyrics aint holding no wieght | |
| Parylize your enterprise cause they moving like snakes | |
| Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas | |
| Spark that ass with the friction that my music enhance | |
| Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash | |
| Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last | |
| Knowledge and understanding one and the same | |
| I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain | |
| I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins | |
| Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came | |
| 9th prince | |
| Yo, yo im the master of ceremony revolutionist | |
| Pirates of dark waters meterologist | |
| Slang thugs be sublime to to abdict lyrics is dangerous | |
| I exiled myself from earth and built a home on uranus | |
| 9th prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic | |
| The stage is gymnasium | |
| I slay through the rythem, i tear notes like patriotism | |
| The universal, find at rehearsal | |
| Rappers is too commercial, i live til we murder you | |
| We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition | |
| With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils | |
| Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses | |
| Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface | |
| Psychic predictions, its the imitation of the minds of egyptians | |
| Political, poor then musician | |
| Tools hit the moon make the earth cause collision | |
| With seven planets, then i vanish | |
| So call me the human titanic | |
| Seize the prisoner in captivity | |
| Son of solar broke the laws of gravity | |
| Fellows incarcerated, assault and battery against the music academy | |
| Mcs is too gentle | |
| Stab my pencil inside your temple | |
| And revenge the general | |
| chorus: p. r. terrorist | |
| Red dawn, war pawns, raps nasty like porn | |
| Pass on, transform, arm leg leg arm | |
| Supreme head, infrared, we form like voltron | |
| We form like voltron | |
| beretta 9 | |
| We go to war like arabians, pakistinians, richmond and indians | |
| Germans, muslims, vikings, patriots | |
| Trojans, conquistodors, romans | |
| Projects, aztecs, confederates, yankees, nazis | |
| Nomvets drown you in the ocean get your shit open | |
| Shouldve had your sword but it was broken | |
| Strike your whole facility with strength and agility | |
| To the best of my ability with heavy artillerary | |
| Extreme me a military killarmy adversary | |
| Shot your first platoon, drop a bomb on your secondary | |
| Mindstate be war, for this newer revolutionary | |
| Beretta aiming sights at your dome and at your coronary | |
| Then i finish you off with a banner to the respiratory | |
| Best prepare to die when you step into my territory | |
| chorus 2x | |
| Then drop a bomb | |
| Word is bon |