Wu-Tang Clan - Radioactive (Four Assassins) lyrics

"You will be punished" ("Wu Tang style")
"For all your evil deeds" ("Wu Tang style")
"Be warned you will suffer" ("Wu Tang style")
"Justice is here!" ("Wu Tang style")

Slept on this hazardous enterprise
Hit from the back from a
Long range attack in disguise
Weeks of captivity became months
Those who were holdin' it down
Now hold a pump do we delay the conflict
And prolong the suffer?
Got a mass of starvin'
Niggas wanna eat supper
Unfair corruptions lead to abductions
Creatin' wider circles of destructions
So we attack with the cannon blazing
From the terrifyin' to the fascinating
Quick to slay a narrow minded nigga
That's hasty to give credit
Full of hostile overtones mixed
With wack edit's
They heavily defended airfields
But their bodies rot behind punctured steels
When I greeted you
You didn't hear peace in my voice?
Or that water was my liquid of choice
Forensic couldn't tell it
It was nine tons of steel pellet
Powerful projection, noise is deafening
Carrier battle groups that's threatening
Higher level bombing, plus
The shipment in hand known as alarming
Bells ring loud in the same crucial manner
But different style

"Wu Tang style" "Wu Tang style"

Ayo once again, all blunts again
Yo the real remain silent
Any type of violence I'm in
Allah's helpful most innovative raps
That brought wealth through
Shot out the belch too
We holdin', automatic semis with sick lines
Run up, body niggas, break down shoddy niggas
Styles so sharp, state of the art
Greater the mark
Flyest creator sprayed layin' darts
Flowin' like water, "Apocalypse Now"
Gun out blaow
Wow the shit's wild when you short us
Runnin' through parkin' lots
Don't get caught
Let off, bark your shots, we out of here
Off the blocks

It ain't all to the good
Muh'fuckers hatin' in the hood
Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods
For the Clan's forthcomin'
I'm issuing the game a court summons
And fugitives of rap caught running
Y'all get locked up
Everything was wack 'til we popped up
And got it on and
Poppin' like Orville Reddenbacher
Partner, you ain't got no wins in mi casa
Wu Tang got ya like every ghetto got a Tasha
Request lines are now open
You see these MCs chokin' and thinkin'
"What's that shit they be smokin'?"
I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis
Keep my shit funky when
I spit this braggadocious
Hach, spit Y'all niggas got
Some fuckin' nerve to critic what I write
That's my muh'fucking word
Blah blah blah, like N'Sync
Kiss that ass bye bye bye
Knahmsayin'? I ain't playin'

Many shall come, few chose to stay exact
Track after track I'm fightin' for survival
Before me I see hills and mountains then sway
The words got 'em moving
The crow is like the ocean
I walk water holdin' y'all
Suspended with the vocal
What's the total people that came
To see the gods? I gave thought talent
Construct my best poetry
Potency, high level content
Side effect may cause a tec to eject
Many places
All ages, streets to cages, split faces
Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami
We live from Pulaski, it's Fred Glassy

"Wu Tang style"