Artist: 9th Prince f/ P.R. Terrorist Album: Granddaddy Flow Song: Kill or be Killed Typed by: ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com [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..