Terrorist (Japanese Version)

[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..