Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)
Yo yo, y'all niggas rubbish, we wu-tang publish (y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice) Yall talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish (y'all niggas try to dub The gods serving justice, with Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)
[p.r. at my finter tips Sense ya tight grip a clip Fill engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never Strike a bullseye, say and ball my fist
[killa Yo I could da livest shit off the side of a cliff Country bitch been known To on my dick Roll a spliff the of dynamite sticks you and the mic boot Strike you till you yodle or ya name Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift Crack ya jaw in three places Leave you
[p.r. Speak a lisp Lyrics of force'll ya disk Shuffle your track, bring ya shit make ya piss Thoughts of suicide, razor pressed against ya wrist bangin' off da walls of ya drums You can't Sudden impact, yeah like shalack Flashdance on 4th tracks, They off the rack The combinations's one in a million Puerto rican bizillion wise men making a killing In this rapworld, shattering niggas like buildings When my wind blow, you crabs slow you dolo, take ya heads off Riding a horse like playing
sin] I flow faster skolettos Used to to let go Now my echo for blocks And north rapidly like metro Clap happy, rap cat get at me, wit ya See half of is petro, or deadly fat ass is in the sex so Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, walking Niggas get ya neck broke for See I aim kid and my a stay missing in back when niggas start clapping Make it
p.r. terrorist (9th prince)
Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang (y'all niggas try to dub this the serving justice) Yo, y'all niggas rubbish, we wu-tang publish (y'all try to dub this The gods serving justice, ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)
[9th I use niggas for practice This year I plan to fuck the baddest On my waterbed wu I'm from the tribe of shabazz, your endurance Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the of bagdad It's the greatest soundscanner elbows is made of steel like tito santana The god's connects with high frequencies, and antennas, prince saddam is Shaolin's highlander, evander holyfield stamina I'll punch a in ya stomach, snatch out ya liver Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my My new is "dead man floating in a river" My thoughts, picture dark, clear visions Like transition I with the illest, cross ya fingers You I'll murder your ass, with influence Of insanity Rza and 4th disciple tracks, make me wanna an axe Prince saddam's a lumberjack A broken brawler, stalker, creepy crawler a sawed-off shottie, rock the party, Go up the lobby
Chorus: p.r. (9th prince)
Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang (y'all niggas try to dub the gods serving justice) Yall niggas talk rubbish, we publish (y'all try to dub this The gods serving justice, ruckus Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)