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SINGER: RZA
SONG:Terrorist
Featuring black knights killarmy
Bobby!! bobby bobby bobby word up digital digital Terrorist shit terrorist shit come and get a hold of it Tune of the black knight killarm killarm killarm
[dom pachino/p.r. terrorist] Contemplate on how to run this shit Universally forever runnin Reflect shots off my wall (new shit) split your nugget Thoughts too rugged extortinate cream from off the budget Refugees of the terrorist, fans, they fuckin love it Insurance can't cover it, maximum is a minimum Niggas, they try to dub it, yo It's the hottest shit on the streets since summer '86 My prefix, like a remix, throw wind bricks Try and dub the shit is accurate Come for your head, it's immaculate conception When my rep is, bustin shots Niggas tryin to discuss my business around the neighborhood
[dr. doom] Yo, switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killin 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 type rope Switch blade grenade rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos Up in these killin field 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 type rope, wit no feet Mercenary team, streets of concrete Sasquash dump a nigga ass on wide friday Invincible, doctor destruct thought
My lyrics ran ward 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 fuck cuz every night is our night
[killa sin] Rap bygones, smash pit, fire outta cons Fuck bygones, rely on islam and my pythons Squeeze off long diss, window pitch, control of this Gun pack recover my wrist, blast from this Have these fake fucks cursin my name Knowin damn well i'm hurting the same What part of the game you playin, get insane Yo three months ago we was on, fall is short now Chasin the don, your money ain't long Faggot fuck, 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, dismember when Never that, killarm roll strong Even though you born, watch the crew but still hold on I love you when that drink, 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 Fuck it, blow trial stat, law and order cat gotta serve justice What, fuck this, adjust, get your musket, and bust quick word up
[holocaust] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, these-[cut off]
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