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Intro One: (not included on 7") |
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When I was little... my father was famous. |
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He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire; and he was the |
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Shogun's decapitator. |
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He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords. |
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It was a bad time for the empire. |
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The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out. |
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People said his brain was infected by |
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DEVILS. My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings. |
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He wasn't scared of the |
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Shogun, but the |
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Shogun was scared of him. |
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Maybe that was the problem. |
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Then, one night... the |
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Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. |
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They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't. *woman screams* |
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That was the night everything changed *voice fades* |
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Intro Two: |
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RZA See, sometimes... |
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You gotta flash em back |
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See niggaz don't know where this shit started |
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Y'all know where it came from |
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I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the source |
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We bounce, yo |
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Chorus: RZ |
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A, GZA When the |
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MC's came, to live our their name |
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And to perform (forrrrm) |
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Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne) with before |
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Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn) with the building to be born |
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Yo RZA flip the track with the what to gut |
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Check em check chicka icka etta |
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UHH Verse |
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One: Fake niggaz get flipped |
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In mic fights |
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I swing swords and cut clown |
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Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down |
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I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe on some wild out shit, to insert a fiend |
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But it was yo out the shop stolen art |
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Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart |
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I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt |
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Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt |
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That's minimum, and feminine like sandals |
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My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble |
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Energy is felt once the cards are dealt |
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With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon |
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I represent from midnight to high noon |
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I don't waste ink, nigga |
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I think I drop megaton |
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BOMBS more faster than you blink |
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Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed |
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Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed |
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Only under one circumstance is if |
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I'm blunted |
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Turn that shit up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it |
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Chorus Verse |
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Two: I'm on a |
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Mission, that niggaz say is |
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Impossible |
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But when I swing my swords they all choppable |
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I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper |
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Child educator, plus head amputator |
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Cause niggaz styles are old like |
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Mark 5 sneakers |
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Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers |
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Don't even stop in my station and attack while your plan failed, hit the rail, like |
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Amtrak What the fuck for? |
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Down by low, |
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I make law |
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I be justice, |
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I sentence that ass two to four round the clock, that state pen time check it |
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With the pens |
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I be stickin but you can't stick to crime |
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Came through with the |
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Wu, slid off on the |
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DL I'm low-key like seashells, |
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I rock these bells (when the MC's..) |
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Now come aboard, it's |
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Medina bound |
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Enter the chamber, and it's a whole different sound |
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It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel |
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So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels |
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Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin |
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Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin |
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Chorus |
