Serving Justice lyrics

[Intro]
At the time is job was to learn the words of the gods
He was a sort of median through which the gods could speak to man
If I'm not unworthy then I would like to become a median between
Then gods and man myself

[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist & 9th Prince]
Yo yo, y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice
Y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice
With ruckus, Killarmy, we leave the mic on the crutches

[Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist]
Apocalypse at my finger tips, sense ya tight grip exit a clip
Filled with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts
On my hitlist, terrorist target, I never miss
Strike a bullseye, say banzai and ball my fist

[Verse 2: Killa Sin]
Yo, I could pull the livest sh*t hang gliding off the side of a cliff
Country western b*tch been known to chokehold on my di*k
Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks
Sideswipe you and the mic booth, strike you 'til you yodel or ya name mix
Make your brain shift like earthquake plates in Vegas
North Flake kicks guaranteed that ass a free face lift
Crack ya jaw in three different places, leave you speechless
[Verse 3: P.R. Terrorist]
Speak with a lisp, lyrics of force will slip your disk
Shuffle your track, bring this sh*t back then make ya p*ss
Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against your wrist
Vocals banging off the walls of your drums, you can't resist
Sudden impact, yeah jetblack, shine like shellac
Flashdance on 4th Disciple tracks, they off the meat rack
The combination's like one in a million
Puerto Rican quarter bizillion, seven wise men making a killing
In this rap world, shattering n*ggas like glass buildings
When my wind blow, you crabs move slow, murder you dolo
Take ya heads off, riding a horse like playing polo

[Verse 4: Killa Sin]
I flow faster than Stilettos, used to hesitate to let go
Now my darts echo for blocks and travel north rapidly like Metro
Clap happy, rap cat get at me
With your faculty, see half of them is petro or deadly
Like fat ass is in the sex show, you buttersoft, sweet talking
Sleep walking, n*ggas get ya neck broke for asking
Like the C.I.A. kid, M.I.A. stay missing in action
Fire back when n*ggas start clapping, make it happen

[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist & 9th Prince]
Yo yo, y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice
Y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice
With ruckus, Killarmy, we leave the mic on the crutches
[Verse 5: 9th Prince]
I use n*ggas for target practice
This year I plan to f*ck the baddest actress on my waterbed Wu mattress
I'm from the tribe of Shabazz, your alpine endurance
Rhyme insurance, was stolen by the Thief of Baghdad
It's the world's greatest SoundScanner
Whose elbows is made of steel like Tito Santana
The god's voice box connects with high frequencies
Satellites and antennas
Prince Saddam is Shaolin's Highlander with Evander Holyfield stamina
I'll punch a hole in ya stomach, snatch out your liver
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag and tell my fans
My new dance is Dead Man Floating In A River
My Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear visions like transition lenses
I rose with the illest, cross ya fingers, you superstitious
I'll still murder your ass with influence of insanity conditions
RZA and 4th Disciple tracks make me wanna grab an axe
Prince Saddam is a lyrical lumberjack
The Brooklyn brawler, nighttime stalker, creepy crawler
With a sawed-off shottie, rock the party, go stick up the lobby

[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist & 9th Prince]
Yo yo, y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas tryna dub this the gods serving justice
Y'all n*ggas talk rubbish, we Wu-Tang published
Y'all n*ggas try to dub this, the gods serving justice
With ruckus, Killarmy, we leave the mic on the crutches