Artist: Dom Pachino f/ 9th Prince, Islord Album: Tera Iz Him 2 Song: Invade Ya Empire Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Dom Pachino (kung fu sample)] The Terrorist shit, nigga Terrorist shit (invade, invade your empire) My team invade your empire, chronicles of the dirty doctrine (Invade, invade your empire) [Chorus: Dom Pachino] My team invade your empire, my team invade your empire My team invade your empire, reign power, straight fire [Islord] My style and flow is the best, yo, straight up [Dom Pachino] I walked on fire with water feet, kill all my beef Like slaughtered meat, you rap niggas is sorta sweet I'm a hundred percent grade A street, and I provide you with that AK heat May day, may day, this LP'll be my payday Let's see if I can top part one, I must be crazy For trying to make the attempt, I'm super high Off that Euro hemp, they try and catch me, but the kid's excempt Walk with a limp, like my pop's a pimp I'm eating good, give me lots of strength, let's cut the shit You didn't like my last LP, at my worst I still spit better than your favorite MC We can go, line for line, bar for bar, rhyme for rhyme Song for song, show for show, pound for pound Blow for blow, toe to toe, and here's a bonus We can even be friend or foe, I'll let fat ass G-Clef be the ref Them niggas know that they playing with death, cuz I'll murder them Half these cats, I never heard of 'em, they got no buzz And no interest, to be obversing them, I choke 'em with my Terrorist turban For talking shit, 50 niggas hopping out the suburban for certain Guns squirting, these niggas in for a hurting They better have a bigger army than mine We multiply, this 2009, nigga [9th Prince] Aiyo, this style is so dynamic, wrap you up, with the Granddaddy Flow ceramic New niggas can't handle it Niggas ain't real artists, beware of the black market Look like a bottle rocket, you out of pocket Shoot you in your eye socket, didn't cock it, fake niggas wanna mock it Call me your highness, kneel down, polish the crown Trump Caesar Palace, when we lounge Megatron vocals, choke you locos Healthy like tofu, yeah, kidnap fools And smack they ass, with the muthafucking God-U What you wanna do? "A new kind of war, against the shadowy enemy, will never defeated" "Either you'll trust, or you will win the terrrosists" [Chorus 2X] [Islord] My style and flow is the best, yo, straight up Fuck around get your face ate up, with the gem star, pa But that's how I get down Quick to spend a nigga around, and put a candy cane scar on your crown Fuck her for a pound, my shit pop without a sound Cuz I'm low key, like a nigga on the run for my body in the hood [Dom Pachino] Max out, black out, kill 'em all, until they fall Show and prove the shit that I'm living for, cuz iller more Gorilla war, I build and soar, just like a falcon Climb mountains, drain fountains, step in a room with no announcements I train for war, draining forth, for simplicity Stack 'em up, I guess it's just that Latin shit up in me I snap like a rubberband, brother man, just understand The nitch, and my style was discovered, fam, it's easy Destroy them all, measly, greasy, thinking they jeez, be Have 'em found up somewhere where the seaweed On the south shore, maybe South Beach S.I.N.Y., nigga, let's not talk about the guns I fry [Chorus 2X]