RZA - Terrorist Lyrics

featuring Black Knights Killarmy

BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby word up Digital Digital

Terrorist shit terrorist shit come and get a hold of it

Tune of the Black Knight Killarm Killarm Killarm

[Dom Pachino/P.R. Terrorist]

Contemplate on how to run this shit

Universally forever runnin

Reflect shots off my wall (NEW SHIT) split your nugget

Thoughts too rugged extortinate cream from off the budget

Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it

Insurance can't cover it, maximum is a minimum

Niggas, they try to dub it, yo

It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86

My prefix, like a remix, throw wind bricks

Try and dub the shit is accurate

Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception

When my rep is, bustin shots

Niggas tryin to discuss my business around the neighborhood

[Dr. Doom]

Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos

Up in these killin 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 type rope

Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos

Up in these killin field 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 type rope, wit no feet

Mercenary team, streets of concrete

Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide Friday

Invincible, Doctor destruct thought

My lyrics ran ward like Lebanon are troops, 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

[Killa Sin]

Rap bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons

Fuck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons

Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this

Gun pack recover my wrist, blast from this

Have these fake fucks cursin my name

Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same

What part of the game you playin, get insane

Yo three months ago we was on, fall is short now

Chasin the don, your money ain't long

Faggot fuck, bag em up, stick him in the back of my truck

Strip em and smack him up for actin up

He's slithering, hit him in the ribs again

Broke the code of honor that we livin in

Could lead to the whole click, dismember when

Never that, Killarm roll strong

Even though you born, watch the crew but still hold on

I love you when that drink, you probably told me who bust you

Should of payed attention but I slept so for that

I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that

Fuck it, blow trial stat, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice

What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust quick word up

[Holocaust]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these-[cut off]