Chorus: P.R. Terrorist (9th Prince)

Yo yo yall niggas talk rubbish we Wu Tang publish

(Yall niggas try to dub this the Gods serving justice)

Yall niggas talk rubbish we Wu Tang publish

(Yall niggas 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 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 and the mic boot

Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss

Make ya brain shift 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 shit 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

Shine 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 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