9TH PRINCE - Kill or be killed lyrics

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(feat. P.R. Terrorist)

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]

Revenge of the Iron Fingers

9th Prince, Terrorist shit, nigga

Check it yo yeah yo yeah yo yo

[Chorus x2: P.R. Terrorist]

We keep it real, hold steel, grab ya sword and ya shield

Terrorist and 9th Prince it's either kill or be killed

[9th Prince]

Yo we train snatchers, capture fifty-seven passengers

It's the last chapter, the underworld scavengers

Thuggish dark shadows, stick and move like Apollo

Mass test the acid they swallow, born to be street desperados

Like Castalano, these niggaz is wicked like the witches of Eastwick

Dirty referee sick shit, kill or be killed is the topic

Then I'll be a serial killer, hidden murder scriptures

For the armageddon mafia, Stapleton shell shockers

Saddam and Terrorist, we tag teams like the midnight rockers

Put you in a wrestling move, kill ya crew

9th Prince is raveshing like Rick Ru'

I attack the Billboard like Hurricane George (yeah)

Niggaz is microphone frauds (yo)

The death wish: kill the rest of the foreign lords

(yo yo yo)

[Chorus x2]

[P.R. Terrorist]

High street vocalist, get a toke on this

Try and wrestle with the bulk of this, you just provokin' this

Terrorist when pissed is like The Exorcist

Make you slit ya wrist, choose ya death wish, let me insist

In the procedure, the only language is thru ya speaker

My tongue is fire, breath is the flame, lyrics are ether

Build boy, heat seeker, blow the shit out ya tweeter

In the lab constructin' rhymes to put ya ass in the sleeper

Grab my millimeter, call me a cheater, ya easy bleeder

Terrorist and 9th Prince is the underground leaders

Lyrics for days, splittin' my current seven ways

Rest in the PJ's, countin' my grays, I'm goin craz'

I pulled the budget, these record execs is fuckin' sufferin'

Give me a couple mil' by the year 2G just off my publishin'

Records are bubblin', my team is strugglin'

Don't forget, kill or be killed, the album comin'

[9th Prince]

Yo revelation nation, kill on occasion, sick of patience

My visions is diabolical like Wes Craven

Genetic verses, streets is cursed

Tales of terror in ya area, twenty million miles to Earth

Genocide a century, Apocalypse peniteniary

Computer convicts, the final conflict

9th Prince is too intelligent to speak ebonics

Shocky, but brain waves electronic

Microphone addiction, philosophy crusifiction

Prince Saddam crusified all competition

He moves like a swordsman on a horse

Bloody verses leave blood stains of Verbal Intercourse

Floss, like diamonds all up in the cross

The title is kill or be killed and you just fuckin' lost

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: P.R. Terrorist]

That's the laws, yeah..

Terrorist and 9th Prince, check the sequence

Y'all niggaz must be dense

There ain't no defence for this offence

Tryin' to pay the rent, nigga

Yeah..