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;
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and he was the 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 DEVILS.
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My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.
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He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.
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Maybe that was the problem.
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Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.
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They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.
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*woman screams*
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That was the night everything changed *voice fades*
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Intro Two: RZA
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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: RZA, GZA
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When the 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)
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with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
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that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
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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 UHH
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Verse One:
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Fake niggaz get flipped
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In mic fights 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
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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
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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 I think
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I drop megaton 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 I'm blunted
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Turn that shit up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is 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 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
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while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
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What the fuck for? Down by low, I make law
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I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four
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round the clock, that state pen time check it
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With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
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Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
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I'm low-key like seychelles, rock these bells
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(when the MC's..) Now come aboard, it's 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
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Liquid Swords
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Genius/GZA |