Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)



Yo yo yall niggas talk rubbish we Wu Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yall niggas talk rubbish we Wu Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this

the Gods serving justice with ruckus

Killarmy we put the mic on the crutches)



[P.R. Terrorist]

Apocalypse at my finter tips

Sense ya tight grip exit a clip

Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts

On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss

Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist



[Killa Sin]

Yo I could pull da livest shit

hang-gliding off the side of a cliff

Country western bitch been known

to chokehold on my dick

Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks

Sideswipe you and the mic boot

Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss

Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in Vegas

North Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift

Crack ya jaw in three different places

leave you speechless



[P.R. Terrorist]

Speak with a lisp

Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk

Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back

then make ya piss

thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist

Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums

You can't resist

Sudden impact, yeah jetblack

Shine like Shalack

Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks,

They off the meat rack

The combinations's like one in a million

Puerto Rican quarter bizillion

Seven wise men making a killing

In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings

When my wind blow, you crabs move slow

Murder you dolo, take ya heads off

Riding a horse like playing polo



[Killa Sin]

I flow faster than Skolettos

Used to hesitate to let go

Now my darts echo for blocks

and travel north rapidly like Metro

Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty

See half of them is petro, or deadly

like fat ass is in the sex so

Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking

niggas get ya neck broke for asking

See I aim kid and my A stay missing in action

Fire back when niggas start clapping

Make it happen



Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)



Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this

the Gods serving justice, with ruckus

Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)



[9th Prince]

I use niggas for target practice

This year I plan to fuck the baddest actress

On my waterbed Wu mattress

I'm from the tribe of Shabazz, your alpine endurance

Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of Bagdad

It's the world's greatest soundscanner

Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana

The God's voicebox connects with high frequencies,

Satellites and antennas, Prince Saddam is

Shaolin's Highlander, with Evander Holyfield stamina

I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver

Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans

My new dance is "Dead Man Floating In A River"

my Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions

like transition lenses

I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers

you superstitious

I'll still murder your ass, with influence

of insanity conditions

RZA and 4th Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe

Prince Saddam's a lyrical lumberjack

A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler

With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party,

Go stick up the lobby



Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)



Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this

the Gods serving justice, with ruckus

Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches