Combat, or fighting, is a purposeful violent conflict meant to establish dominance over the opposition, or to kill the opposition, or drive the opposition away from a location where it is not wanted or needed.
The term combat (French for fight) typically refers to armed conflict between military forces in warfare, whereas the more general term "fighting" can refer to any violent conflict between individuals or nations. Combat violence can be unilateral, whereas fighting implies at least a defensive reaction. However, the terms are often used synonymously along with the term "Battle Ready". A large-scale fight is known as a battle.
Combat may take place under a specific set of rules or be unregulated. Examples of rules include the Geneva Conventions (covering the treatment of soldiers in war), medieval Chivalry, the Marquess of Queensberry rules (covering boxing) and several forms of combat sports.
Combat in warfare involves two or more opposing military organizations, usually fighting for nations at war (although guerrilla warfare and suppression of insurgencies can fall outside this definition). Warfare falls under the laws of war, which govern its purposes and conduct, and protect the rights of soldiers and non-combatants.
Heaven Shall Burn is a German heavy metal band from Saalfeld, formed in 1996. They combine an aggressive metal sound with lyrics that show a militant support of anti-racism and fighting social injustice. All members of the band are vegan.
Heaven Shall Burn was formed in Autumn 1996, under the name Consense. With the recording of its second demo in early 1997, the band changed its name to Heaven Shall Burn. The name is taken from a Marduk album titled Heaven Shall Burn... When We Are Gathered. In an interview, the band said, "It's not that we're huge Marduk fans, but we liked the name. It sounds a bit provoking and so people ask us again and again for the meaning behind our name. It has been like that since the very beginning. We use the term heaven as a metaphor for some kind of a fake paradise that people create in their heads. Some people close their eyes and don't see the truth surrounding them. So this kind of fake heaven should burn. Some people might think that our name is an anti-religious statement, but it isn't."
This time i think you pointed right at you
Whose side are you on
Whose side are you on
I ask you what side, you pointed it out
What side are you on
What side are you on
A waste of time
If you don't believe
Can't decide to
Hit the ground
Make your mind
But you're holding me down
And over again
Down
And over again
Down
This time i think you pointed right at you
Whose side are you on
Whose side are you on
I ask you what side, you pointed it out
What side are you on
What side are you on
A waste of time
If you don't believe
Can't decide till you've
Hit the ground
Make your mind
Or you dont believe
Can't decide till you
Hit the ground
Make your mind
Cause you're holding me down
Down
And over again
Down
And over again
Down
And over again
And dont think that i dont know
Because i do, nice try,
Cause thats what your really like, like, like, like...
This all came out, you said,
Say something else.
Decide, who's side you're on.
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Come on!
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Who's side are you on?
Welcome to a world of pain,
This is the day of your conversion mortification
Dragged away from home on blood red nights
Slave to a brutal system, forevermore
You are an orphan now,
Adopted by the beast of war
The end of all your childhood dreams has come
No more will you meet a smiling face
Now peace has left your sleep forever
There are no arms to hold you,
Yet there are no hands to wipe your tears
Constrained and forced to kill
These cruelties will haunt you
A life in combat,
Your fear will make you bleed
Your inner combat
A life without a future, you will forget your wishes
And nothing to embrace, but the rifle in your hands
You are an orphan now,
Adopted by the beast of war
The end of all your childhood dreams has come
A life of combat, forevermore
No more will you meet a smiling face
Now peace has left your sleep forever
There are no arms to hold you,
Yet there are no hands to wipe your tears away
There are no arms to hold you
Peace has left over your sleep
What's up man?
Aight
[more talking]
Yo Priest what's up with that track man?
Let me represent that shit for dolo man, fuck that
Yo fuck that man, word is bond
I'm reckin on this mike man, fuck that kid
[Sunz Of Man]
What up
[Hell Razah]
I'mma transport inside the mind that ya got
And I'mma transport to a braisol and drop to begin
To spread ya Aloe head gel
Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
And smoke 'em, ya get leg broken
Home, choken by roast a deli slogans
To once, quick to get guns I blow ya open
I'm from the L's of the Murderville
Where we possess to kill, and strangle the demons, cuz schemin on skills
My styles is disguised, nigga ply ya naked eye
I twist minds, insert through ya disc drives
To reprogram ya dead computer, they ain't no future
When ya beein in a killin zone cross shooter
Hype is not for winners it's for sinners that are losers
Guess I spell profanity, on all mics that'll handle me
Then I brain damage, leave ya deaf, dumb and stranded
Abandon all ya missed, understand it understands
See it's hectic, for niggas that quenchin
So they get wetted, with techs in their hands, hoes in they head
Ran on my land, ya kind digest raw stress
When all ya thoughts up gots to pay tape, I'm x rated
And love to kick that I made it
Religion is racism, and I ate this rhythem
Oh shit, time to execute that new manuever
Cuz I feel this shit will be very unexpected
My mind a worse, weapon, murderin all cyphers and sessions
I love my moms, cuz havin her gone was a blessin
And they know until I stop, not be ready to I fuck it
Chop ya head, style, I'm the ripper
The mentally ill individual, growin up,
thinkin like, hangin with criminals
I'm on a Ram-Page and plus I'm lyrical, miracles
We make niggas dig up they graves, like the Aztecs with AIDS
All hell pays when ya livin in my Horror Days, in my Horror Days
[yelling & arguing]
[Zodiac Killah]
Verbally surprising, mind magnetizin
Niggas is hypnotized from the rhymes I'm vocalizin
Paragraphs, thoughts, thoughts from distorture
I dare, from L's, to when they dwell to my ears fell out
I get buddha black when I reless the stress
Thoughts that I address, niggas can't contest
Ya get rained on, this random in the flap with the brainstorm
Create that new shit while ya still singin the same songs
Get it straight, I paralize ya mind state with hate
Intense pain, ya brain get maintained to wait superparalysis
Allowing these brain cells with cow asarbavation
Of a situation that makes an analysis
Conclusion, bust might cause confusion cause of the words
How you like substitution, conclusion, have ya brain get brutalized
Sabotage ya mental, my rhymes ya can't manage
Those that battle, I got that aight no with brain damage
Niggas step I guess suicidal intentions
Get throwed out the rain like a dame women extensions
I leave ya with ya mind in potention
That rhymes that I mention,
will blast you through a whole nother dimension
Your pores, tossed in the land of the lost
I keep it real, when it feels no remorse, those that cross
My path, will get blasted to the beginning
The bottom of the barrel, no tears to admit cuz ya
thoughts is crazy narrow
Nah, amplifly the death blow front
If you wan't the chance to die, rap fanatic
A slave to the rhythem like an adict
Man slaughter, my solid flow is sorta automatic
When I lift up the spliff and I rip up a rhyme
For the fool who wanna flip, I gotta rip on the night
When whenever, I'm clever with the style that I shoot with
Full of funk, electryifing like ya execution
To give to the top, a rock, a droppet
No known beat that can keep me lonely
Combat to get you to bomb back
I know how to rip a mic different
I grip it like so
Tight like a kryptonite with a bike pole
Sparks from my lips ignite liquid nitro
No telling if it might blow
The environments' gotta be hotter
Than solder beside the iron
Zinc vitamins
Hide'em inside when i'm writing the rhymes
It's hard to keep property guarded
Because of these pirates
And i motivate
No debate
We're takin it over
Make no mistake
Youre fake and there's no escape
Cuz you got caught
Frozen waitin for the crosswalk
I can take it to another level
Where the bass is above the treble
And your face is in double
Evasiveness doesnt settle it
A place and a space
Where theres nothing to meddle with
Lyrical combat to get you to bomb back
Blonde, black, lets get beyond that
Sing songs that attack with strong raps
3 2 1 contact
Sans paddle we swim the long laps
Swans flap to get the pond packed
Want sass kiss my moms ass
Wrong tact convict you en mass
Take it back like linda ronstadt
Or luke sky with a twisted long hat
Ton ton fat subsisting on that
Tom tom high hat
Insist upon that
Listen to jon rap
This is combat
To get you to bomb back
Two fisted contact to
Get the pond packed
Cause I'm on some shit that exists beyond that
its funny day after day you never listen to a word i say. here comes someone new, you'll follow them they'll follow you. this is combat, this is my comeback to you. go on again explain your situation, i'll just listen and give my evaluation. i have a point of view where i can see right though you. if i dont follow you.