[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}]
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Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y
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Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
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(Word up, Digital, Digital)
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Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get ahold of it
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(ya gotta keep niggaz...tuned into the zone)
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To the tune of the black knights, yo,
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{Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm}
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[P.R. Terrorist]
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Contemplate on how to run this shit
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Universally, forever blunted
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Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget
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Thoughts too rugged, extortioning CREAM from off the budget
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Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it
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Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum
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Niggaz, they tryin to dub it, yo
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It's the hottest shit on the streets
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Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix
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Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit, it's accurate
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Come for your head, it's immaculate
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Conception, when my weapon's busting
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shots, niggaz try to discuss my business around the neighborhood
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[Doc Doom]
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Yo, switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows
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Buck niggaz like wild rhinos
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Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow
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Your style staggers like a drunken whino
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That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
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That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
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Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows
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Buck niggaz like wild rhinos
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Up in these killing fields you bound to die slow
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Your style staggers like a drunken whino
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That's why there's no hope to defeat a black knight
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That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
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with no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete
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Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the
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invinsible, Dr. destructor
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My lyrics bring war like Lebanon
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our troup's a Desert Storm, it be on son
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Compton is the city where I come from
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Act dumb if you want to, and catch a hot one
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It's that real, knuckle up, lace your boots tight
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Don't give a fuck 'cause every night is our night
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[Killa Sin]
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These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons
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Fuck bigons, rely on islam in my python
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Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm pissed
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Result of this, gun powder cover my wrist
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Blasphemous, how these fake fucks cursing my name
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Knowing damn well, I'm hurting the same
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What part of the game you playing? Kid, I'm sayin'
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yo, three months ago you was on, falling short now
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Chasing the Don, your money ain't long
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Faggot fucks, bag 'em up, stick 'em in the back of my truck
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Strip 'em and smack 'em up for acting up
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He slithering, hit him in the rips again
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Broke the code of honor that we living in
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Could lead to the whole click dismemberin'
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Never that, Killarm roll strong
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Even though you gone, Wise, the crew will still hold on
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I love you, in that dream you probably told me who busted you
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Should have paid attention but I slept
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So for that I gotta dust two devils off
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Headed off, all that, fucking blow trial style
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Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice, what
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Fuck this shit, (Serve Justice)
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Grab ya muskett and bust quick, word up
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[Warcloud]
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Let me touch this, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo..
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[this part is cut off on the US version]
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Thieves gather under red moonlight when doom strikes
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Leaving maroon sights in saloon fights and wound lives
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My harpoon's flight can't be recorded by human retinas
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Bite me and you'll catch more shots to the stomach then tetanus
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I'm foaming at the mouth when I talk, King Holocaust with a crooked walk
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Whoever looking soft is getting tooken off, shook and lost, cracked in half
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I take...ugh.. [laughs]
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[P.R. Terrorist]
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I take, I take all fake snakes, grab 'em, by they heads, grab 'em
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While they slither through the grass I'm in
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I grab em up, squeeze them till they eyeballs POP!
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Terrorist SHIT! When is that shit gonna stop?
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[Outro: Killa Sin]
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Never.. word up dunn
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Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever
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Fuck that shit, yo we come to.
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Terrorist (Japanese Version)
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| RZA |
