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(Intro: The RZA) |
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Get your gun.... |
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Yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown (Aight,A.T.M) |
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How dare you challenge me? |
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You will die from the tip of my sword today huh, the trenches, we must remain calm |
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Right,prepare to die (Chorus: The RZA <x2>) |
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Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords |
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Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords [Verse 1: The RZA] |
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Yo,yo Hailin from the slums of |
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Shaolin, golden claw,talon twirl and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your |
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Island WU killa bees stingers back on the swarm again zzzzzz,the alarm again, six direction weapon deflection |
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Blows connect like opposite sides of magnets |
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Steel fragments bein chipped off a slinging sword slash with the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag |
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He drove a ninety nine |
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Jaguar quick to pick a lock, lick a shot |
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Respect the bloods and crips a lot |
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Plus the god from ride saggin in his seat, blastin |
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WU beats tryin to plot his next hit |
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He took a drag of the eight elements that composed,atmospheric gas |
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Bout to let off his sword, and full blast kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus |
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ABBOT's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post |
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Radar sharp precision gunfire,explode till his clips unload, it's a samurai code (Chorus) |
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It's born born ,young lord,raise your swords <x5> time for everyone to go record |
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It's born born, young lord,raise your swords time for everyone to go record [Verse 2: The RZA] |
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Crept in silent, the steel wind |
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Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots consealed in |
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We attack,full fledge with |
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Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads |
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Swing with the force of a sledge |
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Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge slit this analog derelicts head |
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Who even thought that he could go against the truth and the gods and fall back? from the will of |
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Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad of a thousand archers out to mark ya |
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The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans |
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Birds in my nest restin up,on the telly scene murderous rap track to me, is legal felony can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me |
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I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second to break your back like big jack from tekken (Chorus) |
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It's born born,young lord raise your swords |
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It's born born,young lord raise your swords (x2) (Instrumental to end .... |
