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Intro One: (not included on 7") 

When I was little... my father was famous. 
He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire; 
and he was the Shogun's decapitator. 
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords. 
It was a bad time for the empire. 
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out. 
People said his brain was infected by DEVILS. 
My father would come home -- he would forget about the killings. 
He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him. 
Maybe that was the problem. 
Then, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. 
They were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't. 
*woman screams* 
That was the night everything changed *voice fades* 

Intro Two: RZA 

See, sometimes... 
You gotta flash em back 
See niggaz don't know where this shit started 
Y'all know where it came from 
I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the swords 
We bounce, yo 

Chorus: RZA, GZA 

When the MC's came, to live our their name 
And to perform (forrrrm) 
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne) 
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone 
that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn) 
with the building to be born 
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to guy 
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH 

Verse One: 

Fake niggaz get blitzed 
and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns 
Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down 
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe 
on some loud howl shit, to insert a fiend 
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart 
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart 
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt 
Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt 
That's minimum, and feminine like sandals 
My minimum table stacks a verse on a gamble 
Energy is felt once the cards are dealt 
With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black belts 
that attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoon 
I represent from midnight to high noon 
I don't waste ink, nigga I think 
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink 
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed 
Clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed 
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted 
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it 

Chorus 

Verse Two: 

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible 
But when I swing my swords they all choppable 
I be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper 
Child educator, plus head amputator 
Cause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers 
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers 
Don't even stop in my station and attack 
while your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak 
What the fuck for? Down by law, I make law 
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four 
round the clock, that state pen time check it 
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime 
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL 
I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells 
Now come aboard, it's Medina bound 
Into the chamber, and it's a whole different sound 
It's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel 
So deep it's picked up on radios in tunnels 
Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin 
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin 

Chorus

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