[ P.R. Terrorist ]

Skuffed up guns toss the filthy heat then run

Dirty Weaponry fill my clip with rusty dum dums

It hardly worked right When I bust it hardly jerked right

Smith and Wesson type illuminate the block all night

Serial scraped found it in the nearby lake

Dried it off an hour later caught your man for his cake

Administrate an earthquake the earth shake

Your body ache your lifes at stake stake

Your lyrics aint holding no wieght

Parylize your enterprise cause they moving like snakes

Up in my grasp, little they know its water then gas

Spark that ass with the friction that my music enhance

Verbal vibrations spit a few darts from out my stash

Terrorist nemesis is the first and the last

Knowledge and understanding one and the same

I aim, no restrain, nothing to lose, all to gain

I raise cane and snap your back, rip out your veins

Crack your frame, return you loopbback from where you came

[ 9th Prince ]

Yo, yo Im the master of ceremony revolutionist

Lyrical demolitionist, trapped in the abyss

Pirates of dark waters meterologist

Slang thugs be sublime to to abdict lyrics is dangerous

I exiled myself from earth and built a home on Uranus

9th Prince, the ill street acrobatic, lyrical gymnastic

The stage is gymnasium

I slay through the rythem, I tear notes like patriotism

The universal, find at rehearsal

Rappers is too commercial, I live til we murder you

We attack with logical, scrape your physical composition

With broken bottles, and blow fire out my nostrils

Rappers is nervous, battle mode verses

Lyrically enormous shockwaves split the surface

Psychic predictions, its the imitation of the minds of egyptians

Political, poor then musician

Tools hit the moon make the earth cause coll