[Intro: P.R. Terrorist, (RZA), {Killa Sin}]
Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y
Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
(Word up, Digital, Digital)
Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get a hold of it
(Ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone)
To the tune of the black knights, yo
{Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm}
[Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist]
Contemplate on how to run this shit, universally, forever blunted
Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget
Thoughts too rugged, extortioning cream from off the budget
Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it
Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum
Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo, it's the hottest shit on the streets
Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix
Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit
It's accurate, come for your head, it's immaculate
Conception, when my weapon's busting shots
Niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood
[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killing 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 tight rope
Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killing 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 tight rope
With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete
Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the
Invinsible, Dr. Destructor
My lyrics bring war like Lebanon, our troup's 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 cause every night is our night
Bobby (uh-huh, huh-huh), Now Y
Bobby, (duh-duh-duh), Killarm, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby
(Word up, Digital, Digital)
Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, Digital, come and get a hold of it
(Ya gotta keep niggas...tuned into the zone)
To the tune of the black knights, yo
{Straight to the horn, Killarm, Killarm}
[Verse 1: P.R. Terrorist]
Contemplate on how to run this shit, universally, forever blunted
Reflect shots off my forcefield, this shit will split your nugget
Thoughts too rugged, extortioning cream from off the budget
Refugees, all the Terrorist fans, they fuckin love it
Insurance can't cover it, your maximum is minimum
Niggas, they tryin to dub it, yo, it's the hottest shit on the streets
Since summer '86, my prefix is like a remix
Throwing bricks, try and dub this shit
It's accurate, come for your head, it's immaculate
Conception, when my weapon's busting shots
Niggas try to discuss my business around the neighborhood
[Verse 2: Doc Doom]
Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killing 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 tight rope
Switchblade, grenade, rhyme flows, buck niggas like wild rhinos
Up in these killing 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 tight rope
With no feet, mercenary team, streets of concrete
Sasquatch, dump a nigga ass, so why try the
Invinsible, Dr. Destructor
My lyrics bring war like Lebanon, our troup's 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 cause every night is our night
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