Radioactive (Four Assassins)

[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 is here!" ("Wu-Tang style")

[Verse 1: GZA]

Slept on this hazardous enterprise

Hit from the back from a long range attack in disguise

Weeks of captivity became months

Those who were holdin' it down now hold a pump

Do we delay the conflict and prolong the suffer?

Got a mass of starvin' niggas wanna eat supper

Unfair corruptions lead to abductions

Creatin' wider circles of destructions

So we attack with the cannon blazing

From the terrifying 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 their bodies rot behind punctured steels

When I greeted you, you didn't hear peace in my voice?

Or 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 gruesome manner but different style

[Interlude: Raekwon]

"Wu-Tang style"

"Wu-Tang style"

Yeah

[Verse 2: Raekwon]

Ayo once again, more blunts again

Yo the real remain silent, any type of violence I'm in

Allah's help with most innovative raps

That brought wealth through, shoutout the belts too

We holding automatic semis with sick lines

Run up, body niggas, break down shoddy niggas

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 out of here, off the blocks

[Verse 3: Method Man]

It ain't all to the good, muh'fuckers hating in the hood

Got a hundred wolves waiting in the woods

For the Clan's forthcoming, I'm issuing the game a court summons

And fugitives of rap caught running

Y'all get locked up, everything was wack 'til we popped up

And got it on and popping like Orville Redenbacher

Partner, 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 MCs chokin'

And thinking, "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 niggas got some fuckin' nerve

To critic what I write, that's my muh'fucking word

Blah blah blah, like N'Sync

Kiss that ass bye bye bye knahmsayin'? I ain't playin'

[Verse 4: 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 then sway

The words got 'em moving, the crow is like the ocean

I walk water holy, 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

Potency, high-level content

Sound 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, it's Fred Glassy

[Outro]

"Wu-Tang style"