[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 leave 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 leave the mic on the crutches
