Terrorist lyrics

by

Method Man


BOBBY!! Bobby Bobby Bobby, word up Digital, Digital
Terrorist sh*t, terrorist sh*t, come and get a hold of it
Tune of the Black Knight, Killarm, Killarm, Killarm

[Verse 1: Dom Pachino (P.R. Terrorist)]
Contemplate on how to run this sh*t
Universally forever runnin
Reflect shots off my wall, (THIS sh*t) will split your nugget
Thoughts too rugged, extortinate cream from off the budget
Refugees of the Terrorist, fans, they f*ckin love it
Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is a minimum
n*ggas, they try to dub it, yo
It's the hottest sh*t on the streets since summer '86
My prefix, is like a remix, throwin bricks
Try and dub the sh*t it's accurate
Come for your head, it's Immaculate Conception
When my rep is, bustin shots
n*ggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood

[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck n*ggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killin fields you bound to die slow
Your style staggers like a drunken wino
That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
That's like tryin to walk a tight rope
Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck n*ggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killin field you bound to die slow
Your style staggers like a drunken wino
That's why there's no hope to defeat a Black Knight
That's like tryin to walk a tight rope, wit no feet
Mercenary team, streets of concrete
Sasquash dump a n*gga ass on wide Friday
Invincible, Doctor Destructor
My lyrics ran war 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 f*ck cuz every night is our night
[Verse 3: Killa Sin]
Rap bygones, smash spit fire outta cons
f*ck bygones, rely on Islam and my pythons
Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this
Gun powder covers my wrist, blasphemous
Have these fake f*cks cursin my name
Knowin damn well I'm hurting the same
What part of the game you playin, kid I'm sayin'
Yo three months ago we was on, but it's on now
Chasin the don, your money ain't long
Faggot f*ck, 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, dismemberin'
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 of payed attention but I slept so for that
I gotta dust two, devils off, headed off, all that
f*ck it, blow trial style, Law and Order cat gotta serve justice
What, f*ck this, justice, get your musket, and bust quick word up

[Outro: Holocaust]
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, thieves-[cut off]
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