[Intro: P.R. Terrorist]

Yeah, Terrorist shit, Terrorist shit, what?

Bring that shit, walk that shit

Don't even talk that shit, nigga



[P.R. Terrorist]

You must be on crack, cocaine's, yo my name in vain

I got slugs for days, surrounded by my German gun frame

It's like, ever since my brother died, I ain't been the same

Every cat wit a thug gat, get's held for blame

Everytime I aim, I'm takin' off a chunk of the brain

Somebody in this world gon' feel my pain

Know what I'm sayin'? No, you don't know what the fuck I'm sayin'

Try'nna relate, but your sword play wasn't up to date

We went back, when I was rockin' demo's on tapes

Try'nna escape, from livin' my life behind the gate

Fenced in, deep contention, not to mention men on thirst

Tongues hangin' out, try'nna be my friend

Never rock like that, never got down like that

So how the fuck you gonna ask me, can you borrow my gat

So you can stab me in my back and walk away wit my mack

Go to your man's, tell a story, smokin' a sack

Now you juk out the pocket of my Tommy Hill' jack'

Story gotta be fiction, don't seem like a fact



[Chorus: P.R. Terrorist]

Cuz Tera Iz Him, Terrorist, hijack

Throw you out of plane, put a hole in your back

Take your chain, take your watch, take your bitch and your stack

Extort you quietly, near the exit in the back

That's what you get, black, for even thinkin' of that, thinkin' of that



[Interlude: sample]

...the tapes, let me show you a few of the other contents

That are involving into the tragic comedy

My organization just recently traced an origin...



[P.R. Terrorist]

Survivalist, survived off the street liveness

Cautioness, hazardous, in case they try to tamper wit this

Wit fabulitionists, killa physician, this track like an abortion

Fill the force of this full extortion

Costin' you to pay attention, I'm in a street dimension

Rap polician convention, connectin'

You been retired, to page your pension

Lyrics made extreme comprehension, mind extending

Like trigger finger when it's bended

Snakes be try'nna blend in, this righteous path, you can't get in

But now we spittin', my deadly venoms hear 'em at the melon

Heads be swollen like glands when the cold is coming

Niggas be runnin' like scattered mice, into the holes when NARC's is coming



[Chorus x2]



[Outro: movie sample]

...he's scheduled for six minutes next

He's going on the French, British, Italian, Japanese television

He been everywhere, I started to listen to him