white ninja
swing sword
you surrender

too late the blade
already went in ya
rats fall back

get cha tail snapped
drag you through the gutter
make you digest the thunder

hunger of a nation
people tired of waitin
promise to save em all

with no hestiation
get elected
supreme ruler

heaven or hell sent
either way
guarenteed to get my way


Hook:
We keep it moving on

white ninjas enter control the storm
it's a movement when I perform
just might start a civil war c'mon


Verse 2:
it's red faction

guns blazin
hurrican verse
ill flow flood ya ba!@&(t

raise ya guns
not yo voice
bottle smashin

on the table
make ya move cowboy
prove yaself

is you a boy or a man
taste my steel
one swing slice ya thyroid gland

resistance is pittyfull
we reignn subliminal
master of the shadows

field of gallows
spittin toxins
that leave ya brain rotten

average $$# rappers
preachin the same nonsense


(Hook)
we keep it movin on
white ninjas enter control the storm

it's a movement when I perform
just might start a civil war


Verse 3:
brain overload
1 million thoughts

clog ya sinuses
control the seas
with leviathins

iron horse rider
armageddon survivor
travel through the wire

spit the violet fire
we oppose the peace
cuz it never solved a thing

and the number one
reason for war is greed
how many more

must suffer before
we get it through our heads
the only escape is death

we shall not surrender
look around at the members
out number you scums

a million to one
pedestrians wit bats
pitchforks and revolvers
that's over 500 million
you do the math


(Hook)

Verse 4:
the war path left behind

filled wit bodies
it used to be a cause
now it's just a hobby
we got used to it
power we abused it

the weak shall tremble
it's quite amusin'
mental confusion
cloud ya judgement
media and music

control ya mind function
do what I want
tell the pigs suck a dick
I be that ghetto $$# ^!$$%
who never gave a %#@!
if you got beef

betta let it go
you make a move
gon' regret it cho
that's a dumb move
on your part
guard your body
hi-tech weapons charge

and blow apart ya army

(hook)

Verse 5:
ayo the beats knocks register
puff La on the regular

$#&@ hoes keep it secular
real ^!$$%s etc
gunz blazin
the world racing
hood ^!$$%s chacing paper
playin tag when you spot the laser
guns blow limbs explode

hit cha dead in the
face keep up the pace
no chance to escape
we dont leave no trace
kay we here dump the body in the lake
my ^!$$%s got guns big enough
to rock Jason

X or Bourne
either one get torn
when reality strikes
we leave your soul scorned
real rap from the corazon
hood poems