Masta k**a - Radioactive (Four Assa**ins) lyrics

[Intro] You will be punished (Wu-Tang style) For all your evil deeds (Wu-Tang style) Be warned - you will suffer (Wu-Tang style) Justice (Wu-Tang style) [Verse 1: GZA] Slept on this hazardous enterprise Hit from the back, from a long range attack in disguise Week self-captivity became months Those who were holdin' it down they hold a pump Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer? Got a ma** of starvin' n***as wanna eat supper Unfair corruptions lead to abductions Creatin' wider circles of destructions So we attack, with the pen and blaze in From the terrifyin' to the fascinating Quick to slay a narrow minded n***a that's hasty to give credit Full of hostile overtones mixed with wack edits They heavily defended airfields But they bodies rot behind punctured steels When I greeted you, you didn't hear a piece of my voice? Oh that water was my liquid of choice Forensic couldn't tell it, it was nine tons of steel pellet Powerful projection, noise is deafening Carrier battle groups, that's threatening Higher level bombing, plus The shipment in hand known as alarming, bells ring loud In the same crucial manner but different style [Bridge] Wu-Tang style Wu-Tang style [Verse 2: Raekwon] Ayo once again, all blunts again Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in Allah's helpful most, innovative raps That brought wealth through, shot out the belch too We holdin', automatic semis with sick lines Run up, body n***as, break down shoddy n***as Styles so sharp, state of the art Greater the mark, flyest creator sprayed layin' darts Flowin' like water, "Apocalypse Now" Gun out blaow, wow the sh**'s wild when you short us Runnin' through parkin' lots, don't get caught Let off, bark your shots, we outta here, off the blocks [Verse 3: Method Man] It ain't all to the good, muh'f**ers hatin' in the hood Gotta a hundred wolves waitin' in the woods For the Clan's forthcomin' I miss you in the game a court summons And fugitives of rap caught runnin, y'all get locked up E'rything was wack 'til we popped up And got it on and poppin' like Orville Reddenbacher Potnah, you ain't got no wins in mi casa Wu-Tang got ya, like every ghetto got a Tasha Request lines are now open, you see these MC's chokin' And thinkin', "What's that sh*t they be smokin'?" I'm so focused, simple chronic halitosis Keep my sh** funky when I spit this braggadocious {*hach, spit*} Y'all n***as got some f**in nerve To critic what I write, that's my muh'f**in word Blah blah blah, like N'Sync Kiss that a** bye bye bye knahmsayin'? I ain't playin' [Verse 4: Masta k**a] Many shall come, few chose to stay exact Track after track I'm fightin' for survival Before me I see hills and mountains they sway The words gotta move and the crowd's like the ocean I walk water holdin' y'all suspended with the vocal What's the total people that came to see the Gods? I gave thought talent, construct my best poetry Potentcy, high-level content Side effect may cause a tec to eject, many places All ages streets to cages, split faces Shoutin' nuff love to the peeps from Miami We live from Pulaski and spread gla**y [Outro] Wu-Tang style