Serving Justice

Chorus: P.

R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yo yo, yall *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yall *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s 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 *****t hang-gliding off the side of a cliff

Country western ***** been known to chokehold on my *****

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 *****ft 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 *****t 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

*****ne 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 *****s 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 *** so

Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking *****s get ya neck broke for asking

See I aim kid and my

A stay missing in action

Fire back when *****s start clapping

Make it happen

Chorus: P.

R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yall *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yo, yall *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) [9th Prince]

I use *****s for target practice

This year

I plan to ***** 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 *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yall *****s talk rubbish, we

Wu-Tang publish (Yall *****s try to dub this the Gods serving justice, with ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)