MC Ren - Forget What Ya Heard (Video Edition) lyrics

(feat. 9th Prince, Killa Sin (Killarmy))

Attention, Soldiers! Kill every one of them!

Ha ha! Another (yeah) fuckin' live-ass track from the Temple of

[Shaolin monks] Shaolin! (yeah) What, nigga? Word up. Yeah! Keep it

real. Killah Priest, you know what I'm sayin'? (yeah) The Prodigal

Sunn, [rah] Sunz of Man. Madman (yeah) representin' for the Killarmy.

The Killa Sin, (ha) the RZArectah....

[Killa Sin]

(Yo, yo,)

I gotta get a grip, an edge on life, I'm livin' trife, G

I'm shiesty, now I see why nobody likes me

It might be the image project that I selected

But eff it-shit is mad real, as well as hectic

Inspect it, your vest and got tested

Suggestions molestin' my thoughts I manifested, protect it

My mind was designed for crime, the bottom line

'Cause it's my time to shine with the nickel-plated nine to a spine,

And ain't no remorse in my source of madness

But my temper, my anger rises like my status

Because I'm known on the borough of Shaolin

For wildin', don't think that it's peace when I be smilin'

A heart stone-cold is what I own

For niggaz who brag, I break bones, leave 'em ungagged, and hear them moan

I hate snakes on that fake shit

I get mad, leave 'em shooken up bad like when the quake hit

I got a steezo that's raw, man

Another brother provoked, and gun-smoked, now that's all-damn

By any mortal, the brothel of horror,

Knowin' full well that he won't leave to see tomorrow

Be on your guard when I start to flip shit, I'm sick

Word to God, it's hard to get a grip

[9th Prince]

I brings a streakin' iron flame, concealed in steel weapons

Clips and shovels deeper than the shallow trenches of the brethren

I burst like lions among the slaughter

Then I assume my human facility-I plan a hit to the governor

Open, open, behold the gift, designed to kill many men

I stick 'em for billiard pins

Like cavin' some world in, flashin' death like lightnin' from the Heavens

Leavin' rappers sufferin' the thirst of a silent curse

That came from the Earth when the planet was reversed.

Here are the needles, see that he dies

From the effect of a drug, come bleeding out of his eyes

I chop off his feet, so he can't walk and talk, then he claims to stalk

I shove him with pitchfork and stack up dead corpse

A Soldier of the Darkness, kidnap an MC for a hostage

Then break loose on the stage

Tradin' places like slaves bein' trained, I'm under pressure

Thoughts be actin' wild like a child molester

Mad man terrorism, today's journalism

Goin' to war across the country with another organism

Killarmy madness is how we kill 'em

[Prodigal Sunn]

Since the calculations of time which held the life that held the day of

expiration, steady creation

Mental death-the source of the abomination

I emerge from the house upon your territory

This one, alias Sun of Man no longer deceived by Satan's blend

Here's a ministry fightin' wars of demonology

Soldiers have got knowledge, rewritin' your sins of reality

Lyrical space, the black neophyte, run a satellite

I should jump deep beyond the depths of my inner sight

Visions of me on the night of a solar eclipse

A-boardin' the mothership, takin' my last whiff from this polluted mess

Another soul's vibration escapes this cold tunnel of fire

Show alliance, usin' your brain from the lord sire

I tie your fuckin' brain up with barbed wire

Infused thoughts left ya bruised, him been condemned

To the rims of Hell, afraid to walk

Reaction, slow-motion, in shock from the explosion

Symptoms of death-left ya chokin' on your own breath

You better study your literature, seek the scriptures

Biblical folds 'n' scrolls, laced in velour robes

Killah Priest precise, the messenger 60-Second,

Hell Razah, bless 'em, overcome the oppression

[Killah Priest]

Hearken as the night darkens

You've been warned that the Priest will soon swarm

Now you'll be done away like the unicorn,

With night time as my uniform

And death as my sword, the universal warlord

The Sunz of Man came together for one accord

You can't read about it, it's not a myth

Here's a puncture, to your rib, (pshaw) for a gift

And the only present I'm dealin' with is now

The supreme slayer, I wrote the book of Isaiah

Layin' bodies down by the layer

Burn 'em before the assembly

And watch his ashes go up through the chimney

They have disguised me as brass before his prayers

And though his words be lost in the air

The reason you felt chained is 'cause I've been ordained

I tie you up and throw you off a fuckin' plane

And fill up your parachute with more dead bodies

Don't ask me why--it's a fuckin' hobby!

Burn 'em with the fuel, put down ya tool, I laugh at you

(Why?) Because MCs are my footstool

[60-Sec. Assassin]

You enter the hocus pocus, perhaps the dopest

Tote this, for those all with dope shit

Focus, I blood-shot your lyrics with cirrhosis

Ferocious sound effects break the "glaucosis"

Insanity enters humanity like an enemy

Invade your central nervous system like an advent

Mathematically schematic, I'ma panic, couldn't hold on to a tablet

Semantic, goes through your system like an addict

Bomb glistenin', watch for the blow, I deliver it

Faster stroll, you wrote, minute, barrier, delinquent

Grabs your soul, magnetic flux be out of control

I'm leavin' peeps serviceable, sell his soul to the toilet bowl

All your possessions I own for my own

The chemical, you clone, "comatosis," the syndrome,

The Rip-Van, the Winkle, twinkle twinkle

You caught up with your days now, organism star

What part, whistle heart, intruders travel so far

Not even the master chart would put ya arteries back apart

From Allah, this technique is so odd, odd, odd...