Serving Justice Lyrics - Killarmy

Chorus: p.r. terrorist (9th prince) 

Yo yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice) 

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this 

The gods serving justice, with ruckus 

Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) 

[p.r. terrorist] 

Apocalypse at my finter tips 

Sense ya tight grip exit a clip 

Fill with engraved initials of lyrical nondescripts 

On my hitlist, terrorist tartest, I never miss 

Strike a bullseye, say bonzai and ball my fist 

[killa sin] 

Yo I could pull da livest shit 

Hang-gliding off the side of a cliff 

Country western bitch been known 

To chokehold on my dick 

Roll a spliff the size of dynamite sticks 

Sideswipe you and the mic boot 

Strike you till you yodle or ya name miss 

Make ya brain shift like earthquake plates in vegas 

North flake kicks, guaranteed dat ass a free face lift 

Crack ya jaw in three different places 

Leave you speechless 

[p.r. terrorist] 

Speak with a lisp 

Lyrics of force'll skip ya disk 

Shuffle your track, bring ya shit back 

Then make ya piss 

Thoughts of suicide, razor blade pressed against ya wrist 

Vocals bangin' off da walls of ya drums 

You can't resist 

Sudden impact, yeah jetblack 

Shine like shalack 

Flashdance on 4th disciple tracks, 

They off the meat rack 

The combinations's like one in a million 

Puerto rican quarter bizillion 

Seven wise men making a killing 

In this rapworld, shattering niggas like glass buildings 

When my wind blow, you crabs move slow 

Murder you dolo, take ya heads off 

Riding a horse like playing polo 

[killa sin] 

I flow faster than skolettos 

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, wit ya faculty 

See half of them is petro, or deadly 

Like fat ass is in the sex so 

Ya buttersoft, sweet talking, sweet walking 

Niggas get ya neck broke for asking 

See I aim kid and my a stay missing in action 

Fire back when niggas start clapping 

Make it happen 

Chorus: p.r. terrorist (9th prince) 

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice) 

Yo, y'all niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this 

The gods serving justice, with ruckus 

Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches) 

[9th prince] 

I use niggas for target practice 

This year I plan to fuck 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 bagdad 

It's the world's greatest soundscanner 

Whose elbows is made of steel like tito santana 

The god's voicebox 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 ya 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's a lyrical lumberjack 

A broken 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 niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this the gods serving justice) 

Yall niggas talk rubbish, we wu-tang publish 

(y'all niggas try to dub this 

The gods serving justice, with ruckus 

Killarmy, we put the mic on the crutches)