Serving Justice

Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)<br><br>Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)<br>Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this<br>the Gods serving justice, with ruckus<br>Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)<br><br>[P.R. Terrorist]<br>Apocalypse at my finter tips<br>Sense ya tight grip exit a clip<br>Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts<br>On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss<br>Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist<br><br>[Killa Sin]<br>Yo I could pull da livest shit<br>hang-gliding off the side of a cliff<br>Country western bitch been known<br>to chokehold on my dick<br>Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks<br>Sideswipe you and the mic boot<br>Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss<br>Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in Vegas<br>North Flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift<br>Crack ya jaw in three different places<br>leave you speechless<br><br>[P.R. Terrorist]<br>Speak with a lisp<br>Lyrics of force`ll skip ya disk<br>Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back<br>then make ya piss<br>thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist<br>Vocals bangin` off da walls of ya drums<br>You can`t resist<br>Sudden impact, yeah jetblack<br>Shine like Shalack<br>Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks, <br>They off the meat rack<br>The combinations`s like one in a million<br>Puerto Rican quarter bizillion<br>Seven wise men making a killing<br>In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings<br>When my wind blow, you crabs move slow<br>Murder you dolo, take ya heads off<br>Riding a horse like playing polo<br><br>[Killa Sin]<br>I flow faster than Skolettos<br>Used to hesitate to let go<br>Now my darts echo for blocks <br>and travel north rapidly like Metro<br>Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya faculty<br>See half of them is petro, or deadly<br>like fat ass is in the sex so<br>Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking<br>niggas get ya neck broke for asking<br>See I aim kid and my A stay missing in action<br>Fire back when niggas start clapping<br>Make it happen<br><br>Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)<br><br>Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)<br>Yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this<br>the Gods serving justice, with ruckus<br>Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)<br><br>[9th Prince]<br>I use niggas for target practice<br>This year I plan to fuck the baddest actress<br>On my waterbed Wu mattress<br>I`m from the tribe of Shabazz, your alpine endurance<br>Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the thief of Bagdad<br>It`s the world`s greatest soundscanner<br>Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana<br>The God`s voicebox connects with high frequencies,<br>Satellites and antennas, Prince Saddam is<br>Shaolin`s Highlander, with Evander Holyfield stamina<br>I`ll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver<br>Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans<br>My new dance is "Dead Man Floating In A River"<br>my Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions<br>like transition lenses<br>I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers<br>you superstitious<br>I`ll still murder your ass, with influence<br>of insanity conditions<br>RZA and 4th Disciple tracks, make me wanna grab an axe<br>Prince Saddam`s a lyrical lumberjack<br>A broken brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler<br>With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party, <br>Go stick up the lobby<br><br>Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)<br><br>Yo yo, yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)<br>Yall niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang publish<br>(Yall niggas try to dub this<br>the Gods serving justice, with ruckus<br>Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)