Serving Justice

Lyrics

[Intro] At the time is job was to learn the words of the gods He was a sort of median through which the gods could speak to man If I'm not unworthy then I would like to become a median between Then gods and man myself [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist & 9th Prince] Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice Y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice With ruckus, Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches [Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist] Apocalypse at my finger tips, sense ya tight grip exit a clip Filled with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts On my hitlist, terrorist target, I never miss Strike a bullseye, say banzai and ball my fist [Verse 2: Killa Sin] Yo, I could pull the 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 in the mic booth, strike you 'til you yodel on your main mix Make your brain shift like earthquake plates in Vegas North Flake kicks guaranteed that ass a free face lift Crack ya jaw in three different places, leave you speechless [Verse 3: P.R. Terrorist] Speak with a lisp, lyrics of force will slip your disk Shuffle your track, bring this shit back then make ya piss Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against your wrist Vocals banging off the walls of your drums, you can't resist Sudden impact, yeah jetblack, shine like shellac Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks, they off the meat rack The combination's like one in a million Puerto Rican quarter bizillion, seven wise men making a killing In this rap world, 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 [Verse 4: Killa Sin] I flow faster than Stilettos, 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 With your faculty, see half of them is petro or deadly Like fat ass is in the sex show, you buttersoft, sweet talking Sleep walking, niggas get your neck broke for asking Like the C.I.A. kid, M.I.A. stay missing in action Fire back when niggas start clapping, make it happen [Chorus: P.R. Terrorist & 9th Prince] Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice Y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice With ruckus, Killarmy, we leave the mic on the crutches [Verse 5: 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 Baghdad It's the world's greatest SoundScanner Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana The god's voice box 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 your liver Wrap your 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 your 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 is a lyrical lumberjack The Brooklyn 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, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice Y'all niggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published Y'all niggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice With ruckus, Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches