RZA, Killarmy, Black Knights - Terrorist lyrics

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

Contemplate on how to run this shit
Universally forever runnin
Reflect shots off my wall
(THIS SHIT) will 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
Your maximum is a minimum
Niggas, they try to dub it, yo
It's the hottest shit on the
Streets since summer '86
My prefix, is like a remix, throwin bricks
Try and dub the shit it's accurate
Come for your head
It's Immaculate Conception
When my rep is, bustin shots
Niggas try to discuss my
Business around the neighborhood

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 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck cuz every
Night is our night

Rap bygones, smash spit fire outta cons
Fuck 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 fucks 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 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, 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 fuck it, blow trial style
Law and Order cat gotta serve justice
What, fuck this, justice, get your musket
And bust quick word up

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, thieves