This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
I do I know I know what time it is
Terrorist The Bastard Swordsman
Holocaust yo yo
Rap diligently return of the arm
The star trilogy scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies
Attack you mentally draw up and stand just like a centipede
Then strike fast leave ya weak ass up in a sling
In the infirmary telling war stories like you was king up
In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage
Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted
Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started
What you couldn't end, handled my friend since age ten
But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
When shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo
Chorus: x2]
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
(I'm duckin' all of 'em
Swingin back, double edged axe we cuttin' all of 'em)
Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
Roam the battle site word, shatter mics I've had a tragic life
Blood splatter nice ghetto life live on a satellite
Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
The child who floated in the air lock without oxygen
For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
Graduated from the academy of insanity
Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
I'm hideous glancing gouge out ya own eyes
West Coast that grotesque group flow's wet
Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck
Wu-Tang, seven death blows
Explore the globe,
Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic
Anorexic, war machine,
Depressed, drunken mess
Learn from the best, snatchin' ya fossil from ya flesh
Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranean
Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one
Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue
The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong
Yo, Ally Commanders come dress to kill
At the Armageddon Wedding
We're the old temple platoon ya die soon
Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon
Most of y'all niggas is cloons
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you used to read the Psalms
I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap
Snaps, windpipes crack,
Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera
Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber
The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of
Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
I drop antrax bombs on your plantation,
Then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation
[Chorus: x2]
My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full
My old dad, and charter his story
And made him believe in a my-story
That's how you know times is bad
When Gods is being killed by crabs
That invest these streets, it ain't safe no more
So before you leave your front door the war is cold
So grab your heats, your God-you now
And your Teflon cause the war's on like
Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam
I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language
Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks
To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like
Bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick
And act like a paranoid schizophrenic,
I leave your mind in a state of panic,
Like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
[Chorus: x3]
Mother fuckas
Comin straight for ya jugular vein
With my double edged blade
Terrorist The Bastard Swordsman
Holocaust yo yo
Rap diligently return of the arm
The star trilogy scars and injuries inflicted on my enemies
Attack you mentally draw up and stand just like a centipede
Then strike fast leave ya weak ass up in a sling
In the infirmary telling war stories like you was king up
In my rainforest, yet the God rain the hardest
Flame and fury, torch off ya skin tissue and cartilage
Throw darts the sharpest, aimed at ya head, ya man parted
Looking retarded, telling him you never should've started
What you couldn't end, handled my friend since age ten
But he's not my brother, though he helped me out up in da deep cover
When shit got hot, all palms sweating on the rubber
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang yo
Chorus: x2]
Bastard Swordsman, swing yo shit
(I'm duckin' all of 'em
Swingin back, double edged axe we cuttin' all of 'em)
Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee
Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer bees
Roam the battle site word, shatter mics I've had a tragic life
Blood splatter nice ghetto life live on a satellite
Blind, injected with venom from water moccasins
The child who floated in the air lock without oxygen
For seventeen years all I learned was profanity
Graduated from the academy of insanity
Holocaust, loud mouth who roams wise
I'm hideous glancing gouge out ya own eyes
West Coast that grotesque group flow's wet
Bury you and some in Norweiga wit a broke neck
Wu-Tang, seven death blows
Explore the globe,
Stand in shallow water and slaughter those who oppose
The passionate destroyer who stings like antiseptic
Barbaric, esoteric, half-sorcerer, half-skeptic
Anorexic, war machine,
Depressed, drunken mess
Learn from the best, snatchin' ya fossil from ya flesh
Bloodshot, Doctor Killgrave, subterranean
Skeleton's reinforced with stone and titanium
Gyros, hun blood and oil flow as one
Mental powers override iron fist and blade tongue
The Bronx Don, with bomb songs, hit Hong Kong
Holocaust is scientific experiment gone wrong
Yo, Ally Commanders come dress to kill
At the Armageddon Wedding
We're the old temple platoon ya die soon
Our battlegrounds in the womb of the moon
Most of y'all niggas is cloons
Gettin' hit by typhoons, machine guillotines
Rip out the spleens, tonight while ya screams
I'll blast ya in ya dreams, listen to my bombs
Like you used to read the Psalms
I got firearm like Megatron, asthma attack rap
Snaps, windpipes crack,
Bury ya ass beneath the graveyard shack
Third eyes like binoculars, visions of the lyrical opera
Sponsor the conquer, I blow spots like the Unabomber
The stage is made of steel cage, battlegrounds of
Starrcade '98, I meditate at a rate that'll cause an earthquake
I drop antrax bombs on your plantation,
Then murder you twice, to make sure there's no reincarnation
[Chorus: x2]
My mind is bad, because it's great to see that full
My old dad, and charter his story
And made him believe in a my-story
That's how you know times is bad
When Gods is being killed by crabs
That invest these streets, it ain't safe no more
So before you leave your front door the war is cold
So grab your heats, your God-you now
And your Teflon cause the war's on like
Red Dawn, I'm a threat to America like Saddam
I be the verbal terrorist doing the strength of his language
Now I'm mad like Max, when I attack tracks
To the death of Wu wax, I drop facts like
Bombs on Saigon, it be the music that makes me sick
And act like a paranoid schizophrenic,
I leave your mind in a state of panic,
Like a claustrophobic trapped on the Titanic
[Chorus: x3]
Mother fuckas
Comin straight for ya jugular vein
With my double edged blade
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