(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..