Lyrics Radioactive (Four Assassins) - Wu-Tang Clan
"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)
[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
mass
of
starvin
niggaz
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
nigga
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
(Wu-Tang
style,
Wu-Tang
style!)
[Raekwon
the
Chef]
Yeah.
Aiyyo
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
niggaz,
break
down
shoddy
niggaz
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
shit′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
[Method
Man]
It
ain′t
all
to
the
good,
muh'fuckers
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
SHIT
they
be
smokin?"
I'm
so
focused,
simple
chronic
halitosis
Keep
my
shit
funky
when
I
spit
this
braggadocious
[Hach,
spit]
Y′all
niggaz
got
some
fuckin
nerve
To
critic
what
I
write,
that's
my
muh′fuckin
word
Blah
blah
blah,
like
N'Sync
Kiss
that
ass
"Bye
Bye
Bye"
knahmsayin?
I
ain′t
playin
[Masta
Killa]
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
glassy
[Cut
and
scratch:
"Wu-Tang
style"]
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