9th Prince - k** or Be k**ed lyrics

[Intro: P.R. Terrorist] Revenge of the Iron Fingers 9th Prince, Terrorist sh**, n***a 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 k** or be k**ed [9th Prince] Yo we train snatchers, capture fifty-seven pa**engers It's the last chapter, the underworld scavengers Thuggish dark shadows, stick and move like Apollo Ma** test the acid they swallow, born to be street desperados Like Castalano, these n***as is wicked like the witches of Eastwick Dirty referee sick sh**, k** or be k**ed is the topic Then I'll be a serial k**er, 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, k** ya crew 9th Prince is raveshing like Rick Ru' I attack the Billboard like Hurricane George (yeah) n***as is microphone frauds (yo) The d**h wish: k** 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 d**h 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 sh** out ya tweeter In the lab constructin' rhymes to put ya a** 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 f**in' sufferin' Give me a couple mil' by the year 2G just off my publishin' Records are bubblin', my team is strugglin' Don't forget, k** or be k**ed, the album comin' [9th Prince] Yo revelation nation, k** 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 k** or be k**ed and you just f**in' lost [Chorus x4] [Outro: P.R. Terrorist] That's the laws, yeah.. Terrorist and 9th Prince, check the sequence Y'all n***as must be dense There ain't no defence for this offence Tryin' to pay the rent, n***a Yeah..