Terrorist (Japanese Version) lyrics

[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 sh*t, Terrorist sh*t, Digital, come and get ahold of it
(Ya gotta keep n*ggas...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 sh*t, universally, forever blunted
Reflect shots off my forcefield, this sh*t will split your nugget
Thoughts too rugged, extortioning cream from off the budget
Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they f*ckin love it
Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum
n*ggas, they tryin to dub it, yo, it's the hottest sh*t on the streets
Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix
Throwing bricks, try and dub this sh*t
It's accurate, come for your head, it's immaculate
Conception, when my weapon's busting shots
n*ggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood

[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga 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 f*ck cause every night is our night
[Verse 3: Killa Sin]
These rap icons, smash, spit fire out of cons
f*ck bigons, rely on Islam in my python
Squeeze off, long fist, when I'm p*ssed, result of this
Gunpowder cover my wrist, blasphemous
How these fake f*cks 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 f*ck, 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, f*cking blow trial style
Law and Order cat gotta Serve Justice

[Break: Killa Sin & Holocaust]
What, f*ck this sh*t, (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 sh*t! When is that sh*t gonna stop?

[Outro: Killa Sin]
Never.. word up dunn
Stuck the heater up under the leather, hand sever
f*ck that sh*t, yo we come to..