Radioactive (four Assassins) Lyrics - Iron Flag - Wu-tang Clan

"You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) 

for all your evil deeds. (Wu-Tang style) 

Be warned - you will suffer. (Wu-Tang style) 

. justice!" (Wu-Tang style) 

[GZA] 

Slept on this hazardous enterprise 

Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise 

Week self-captivity became months 

Those who were holdin it down they hold a pump 

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? 

Got a mass of starvin niggaz wanna eat supper 

Unfair corruptions lead to abductions 

Creatin wider circles of destructions 

So we attack, with the pen and blaze in 

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 edits 

They heavily defended airfields 

But they bodies rot behind punctured steels 

When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? 

Oh 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 

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(Wu-Tang style, Wu-Tang style!) 

[Raekwon the Chef] 

Yeah. 

Aiyyo 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 niggaz, break down shoddy niggaz 

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 outta here, off the blocks 

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[Method Man] 

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 miss you in the game a court summons 

And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up 

E'rything was wack 'til we popped up 

And got it on and poppin like Orville Reddenbacher 

Potnah, 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 MC's 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 niggaz got some fuckin nerve 

to critic what I write, that's my muh'fuckin word 

Blah blah blah, like N'Sync 

Kiss that ass "Bye Bye Bye" knahmsayin? I ain't playin 

[Masta Killa] 

Many shall come, few chose to stay exact 

Track after track I'm fightin for survival 

Before me I see hills and mountains they sway 

The words gotta move and the crowd's 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 

Potentcy, 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 and spread glassy 

[cut and scratch: "Wu-Tang style"]