| Song | Pain |
| Artist | Killarmy |
| Album | Dirty Weaponry |
| Intro： | |
| "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me" | |
| "get out of my head" *gun shot* | |
| What, ("you feel some pain..") | |
| It's like this, what, what | |
| Check it out, yo | |
| [shogun assasson] | |
| This is war niggaz, a duel to the death | |
| You better make sure your swords sharp | |
| And you got a lyin' heart | |
| Cause, i strike for the throat | |
| And stab them with a deadly note | |
| That pierces the eardrums | |
| Those are the equally grym | |
| Now you're stunned | |
| Another victim of the shogun | |
| A spinal chop to the cerebellum | |
| So, go ahead, try to run in advance | |
| Cause i stand firm on my warrior stance | |
| Ready to be-head you, dead you | |
| Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel | |
| Because, your rhymes aint punctual | |
| My actual or factual, that's why i verbally attack you | |
| [islord] | |
| Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this | |
| Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus | |
| Towards y'all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz | |
| Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit | |
| You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone | |
| And a spike, cause i don't like snake niggaz in my eyesight | |
| Cause, i'm so agile and so quick to pull | |
| My razorblade sharp sword out the case | |
| And chop your face, disgrace y'all to another place with | |
| No traces left behind, where the body was laid out | |
| For the coroners to figure out | |
| That it was one swing from the guillotine | |
| That decapitated his head from his shoulders | |
| "you can't here me" | |
| "get out of my head" | |
| [beretta 9] | |
| Yo, we're holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire | |
| Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire | |
| Physical, that left niggaz critical | |
| Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable | |
| With the science to control ninety-nine, keep all minds alligned | |
| All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine | |
| M-m which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman | |
| Which chop off your head if you don't live accordin | |
| I sincerely love allah's mathmatics, camouflage fabrics | |
| I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic | |
| Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic | |
| "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample | |
| "killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample | |
| "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample | |
| "killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" - islord sample | |
| "get out of my head" - movie sample | |
| "soldiers combine the sacred seven men" - killa sin sample | |
| [9th prince] | |
| Yo, i'm a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces | |
| Seven horsemen, wu-ninjas move across coarse sands | |
| I murder niggaz wit my bare hands | |
| It's darkness in the wu-caves | |
| We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave | |
| My pistol has an infer-red, as an eagle | |
| Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads | |
| I leave mc's and dj's on twists at deathbeds | |
| Underworld statis, the black knight like latice | |
| Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics | |
| Beretta 9 the killin' machine | |
| Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams | |
| Killa sin will kill again with the same knife | |
| The thief of bagdad could steal your life | |
| Pr terrorist and prince sadaam moves the middle-east region | |
| It's razorblade season, so all you putty-faced niggaz is badly bleedin | |
| [killa sin] | |
| Yo, i'm like a landmine, schemin' on air-time | |
| Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high | |
| For now i amplify sounds of the coliseum down | |
| First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown | |
| Light brown, deck them down | |
| Eyes wide as i recite, beamin' the mic | |
| With satellites, tri-state cream | |
| To travel right, fleein' the scene | |
| Team fights with the livest mc's | |
| So, killarm, strike your moment of silence | |
| Live degrees, well you're eatin' them off | |
| That's the reason why your legion fell off | |
| You popped corns wanna be war pawns | |
| Once, the war's on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn | |
| Open mic session, bury you | |
| Spark a party up, somethin terrible | |
| The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable | |
| Yo, i'm tellin' you...it's da fuck | |
| Outro: *various talk over samples* | |
| "arm make them, killarm's born man" | |
| "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me" | |
| "get out of my head" *gun shot* | |
| "...born man, killarm's born man" | |
| "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me" | |
| "get out of my head" | |
| "you feel some pain, but i'm known, you can't here me" | |
| "get out of my head" *gun shot* |
| Intro: | |
| " you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" | |
| " get out of my head" gun shot | |
| What, " you feel some pain.." | |
| It' s like this, what, what | |
| Check it out, yo | |
| shogun assasson | |
| This is war niggaz, a duel to the death | |
| You better make sure your swords sharp | |
| And you got a lyin' heart | |
| Cause, i strike for the throat | |
| And stab them with a deadly note | |
| That pierces the eardrums | |
| Those are the equally grym | |
| Now you' re stunned | |
| Another victim of the shogun | |
| A spinal chop to the cerebellum | |
| So, go ahead, try to run in advance | |
| Cause i stand firm on my warrior stance | |
| Ready to behead you, dead you | |
| Rid your body of a soul, make it an empty vessel | |
| Because, your rhymes aint punctual | |
| My actual or factual, that' s why i verbally attack you | |
| islord | |
| Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo check this | |
| Thousand dollar line for line paragraph causin' ruckus | |
| Towards y' all, weak motherfuckin analog niggaz | |
| Tryin' to come into the mist of my digital shit | |
| You get flipped on, snapped on your collar bone | |
| And a spike, cause i don' t like snake niggaz in my eyesight | |
| Cause, i' m so agile and so quick to pull | |
| My razorblade sharp sword out the case | |
| And chop your face, disgrace y' all to another place with | |
| No traces left behind, where the body was laid out | |
| For the coroners to figure out | |
| That it was one swing from the guillotine | |
| That decapitated his head from his shoulders | |
| " you can' t here me" | |
| " get out of my head" | |
| beretta 9 | |
| Yo, we' re holdin' straps of fire to make gunmen retire | |
| Or pisteens slugs that penitrated your entire | |
| Physical, that left niggaz critical | |
| Killarmy the black son to make all fuckin nine planets digable | |
| With the science to control ninetynine, keep all minds alligned | |
| All the selfish will be dealt with by the nine | |
| Mm which stands for marksman, regard the last swordsman | |
| Which chop off your head if you don' t live accordin | |
| I sincerely love allah' s mathmatics, camouflage fabrics | |
| I got a revolver, fuck automatics, the black asaitic | |
| Lick em off to a shot at your motherfuckin attic | |
| " soldiers combine the sacred seven men" killa sin sample | |
| " killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" islord sample | |
| " soldiers combine the sacred seven men" killa sin sample | |
| " killarmy profilin' mostly buck whilin'" islord sample | |
| " get out of my head" movie sample | |
| " soldiers combine the sacred seven men" killa sin sample | |
| [9th prince] | |
| Yo, i' m a legendary swordsman, bionic man like state forces | |
| Seven horsemen, wuninjas move across coarse sands | |
| I murder niggaz wit my bare hands | |
| It' s darkness in the wucaves | |
| We hang crusades, salute grenades, the sixty ways like frave | |
| My pistol has an inferred, as an eagle | |
| Loitor will lag, blast the brains out of apple heads | |
| I leave mc' s and dj' s on twists at deathbeds | |
| Underworld statis, the black knight like latice | |
| Destroy the midnight train, my domain is built like alactics | |
| Beretta 9 the killin' machine | |
| Shogun assason is that nigga who chases you in your dreams | |
| Killa sin will kill again with the same knife | |
| The thief of bagdad could steal your life | |
| Pr terrorist and prince sadaam moves the middleeast region | |
| It' s razorblade season, so all you puttyfaced niggaz is badly bleedin | |
| killa sin | |
| Yo, i' m like a landmine, schemin' on airtime | |
| Keepin' on the standby, flight and blow the crowd with their hands high | |
| For now i amplify sounds of the coliseum down | |
| First round, face down, lace clowns like a nightgown | |
| Light brown, deck them down | |
| Eyes wide as i recite, beamin' the mic | |
| With satellites, tristate cream | |
| To travel right, fleein' the scene | |
| Team fights with the livest mc' s | |
| So, killarm, strike your moment of silence | |
| Live degrees, well you' re eatin' them off | |
| That' s the reason why your legion fell off | |
| You popped corns wanna be war pawns | |
| Once, the war' s on, and al pachino won the last of red dawn | |
| Open mic session, bury you | |
| Spark a party up, somethin terrible | |
| The pain that my niggaz bring forth is unbearable | |
| Yo, i' m tellin' you... it' s da fuck | |
| Outro: various talk over samples | |
| " arm make them, killarm' s born man" | |
| " you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" | |
| " get out of my head" gun shot | |
| "... born man, killarm' s born man" | |
| " you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" | |
| " get out of my head" | |
| " you feel some pain, but i' m known, you can' t here me" | |
| " get out of my head" gun shot |