Liquid Swords

When I was little, my father was famous
 He was the greatest Samurai 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
 ♪
 That was the night everything changed
 See, sometimes
 You gotta flash 'em back
 See niggas 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 source
 The knowledge, yo
 When the MCs came to live out their name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 But before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA, flip the track with the what to cut
 Fake niggas get flipped
 In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
 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 wild out shit to insert a fiend
 But it was your op, the shop stolen art
 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 sweatshirts
 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-phones 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 the front want it
 Now when the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 I'm on a mission that niggas 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 niggas 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, get derailed, 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 state the crime
 Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
 I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MCs)
 Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
 Enter 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
 Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
 When the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 
 When I was little, my father was famous
 He was the greatest Samurai 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
 ♪
 That was the night everything changed
 See, sometimes
 You gotta flash 'em back
 See niggas 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 source
 The knowledge, yo
 When the MCs came to live out their name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 But before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA, flip the track with the what to cut
 Fake niggas get flipped
 In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
 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 wild out shit to insert a fiend
 But it was your op, the shop stolen art
 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 sweatshirts
 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-phones 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 the front want it
 Now when the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 I'm on a mission that niggas 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 niggas 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, get derailed, 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 state the crime
 Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
 I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MCs)
 Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
 Enter 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
 Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
 When the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 
 When I was little, my father was famous
 He was the greatest Samurai 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
 ♪
 That was the night everything changed
 See, sometimes
 You gotta flash 'em back
 See niggas 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 source
 The knowledge, yo
 When the MCs came to live out their name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 But before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA, flip the track with the what to cut
 Fake niggas get flipped
 In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
 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 wild out shit to insert a fiend
 But it was your op, the shop stolen art
 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 sweatshirts
 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-phones 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 the front want it
 Now when the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 I'm on a mission that niggas 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 niggas 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, get derailed, 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 state the crime
 Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
 I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MCs)
 Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
 Enter 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
 Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
 When the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 
 When I was little, my father was famous
 He was the greatest Samurai 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
 ♪
 That was the night everything changed
 See, sometimes
 You gotta flash 'em back
 See niggas 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 source
 The knowledge, yo
 When the MCs came to live out their name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 But before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA, flip the track with the what to cut
 Fake niggas get flipped
 In mic fights, I swing swords and cut clown
 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 wild out shit to insert a fiend
 But it was your op, the shop stolen art
 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 sweatshirts
 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-phones 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 the front want it
 Now when the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut
 I'm on a mission that niggas 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 niggas 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, get derailed, 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 state the crime
 Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL
 I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells (when the MCs)
 Now come aboard, it's Medina bound
 Enter 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
 Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin
 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
 When the MCs came to live out the name
 And to perform
 Some had to snort cocaine to act insane
 Before Pete Rocked it on
 Now on with the mental plane just to spark the brain
 With the building to be born
 Yo RZA flip the track with the what to cut