Terrorist (Japanese Version)

Lyrics

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}] Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby (Word up, Digital, Digital) Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get a hold of it (Ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone) To the tune of the black knights, yo {Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm} [Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist] Contemplate on how to run this shit, universally, forever blunted Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget Thoughts too rugged, extortioning cream from off the budget Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo, it's the hottest shit on the streets Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit It's accurate, come for your head, it's immaculate Conception, when my weapon's busting shots Niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood [Verse 2: Doc Doom] Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken whino That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight, that's like tryin to walk a tight rope Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow Your style staggers like a drunken whino That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight, that's like tryin to walk a tight rope With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the Invinsible, Dr. Destructor My lyrics bring war like Lebanon, our troup's a Desert Storm It be on son, Compton is the city where I come from Act dumb if you want to, and catch a hot one It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight Don't give a fuck cause every night is our night [Verse 3: Killa Sin] These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons Fuck bigons, rely on Islam in my python Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm pissed, result of this Gunpowder cover my wrist, blasphemous How these fake fucks cursing my name Knowing damn well, I'm hurting the same What part of the game you playing? Kid, I'm sayin', yo, three months ago you was on Falling short now, chasing the Don, your money ain't long Faggot fuck, bag 'em up, stick 'em in the back of my truck Strip 'em and smack 'em up for acting up, he slithering Hit him in the ribs again, broke the code of honor that we living in Could lead to the whole click dismembering Never that, Killarm roll strong Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on I love you, in that dream you probably told me who bust you Should have paid attention but I slept so for that I gotta dust two Devils off, headed off, all that, fucking blow trial style Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice [Break: Killa Sin & Holocaust] What, fuck this shit, (Serve Justice) Grab ya muskett and bust quick, word up Let me touch this, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.. [Verse 4: Holocaust & P.R. Terrorist] Thieves gather under red moonlight when doom strikes Leave maroon sights in saloon fights and wound lives My harpoon's flight can't be recorded by human retinas Bite me and you'll catch more shots to the stomach than tetanus I'm foaming at the mouth when I talk, King Holocaust With a crooked walk, whoever looking soft is getting tooken off Shook and lost, cracked in half I take...ugh.. {*laughs*} I take, I take all fake snakes, grab 'em, by they heads, grab 'em While they slither through the grass I'm in I grab em up, squeeze them till they eyeballs POP! Terrorist shit! When is that shit gonna stop? [Outro: Killa Sin] Never.. word up dunn Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever Fuck that shit, yo we come to..