4 Sho Sho (feat. The RZA)

The way of the Samurai is found in death
 Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily
 Everyday, when one's body and mind are at peace
 He should meditate up on being up to blocked
 By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
 Being carried away by surging waves
 Being thrown in to the midst of a great fire
 Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death
 By a great earthquake
 Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease
 Commiting seppiku at the death of one's master
 In everyday when one fails
 One should consider himself as dead
 Nigga I don't wanna talk
 I own one, ghost gun, briefcase in this equilibrium
 It's the killa on your block, melodic flux
 War flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up
 And the birds of a feather, fly together
 Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face
 I'm your retainer, your perfect stranger
 36th Chamber, Wu-Tang banga
 I hit the dust and bust a straight no braina
 Heavyweight gaina, and a lone blown ranger
 Welcome to the world I rock
 Doing what in the cut, while niggaz know not
 Grand theft, awaited with baited breath
 Hear witnesses fear just as clear as death
 In the twinklin' of an eye, in the ways of the Samurai
 It's do or die, for the devil's pie
 Now I'm phat broad down, received from mo' high
 So beautiful it make you wanna cry, cry, cry
 Power Equality, Ghost Dog
 For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God
 Yo, yo, son will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, son will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, dog will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, son will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Black will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, D will you kill kill 4 shoe, sho
 Yo, Mink will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Christ will you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Ah, designed to cause disaster, the mic blaster
 'Cause atoms to transfer, with immediate report for you bastards
 I make minds stagger, with this North Star golden dagger
 I self Lord and master, represented in this chapter
 For you phony wild actors, I crack ya
 For tryin' to distract us, in the West
 Transportin' flows of energy in your chest
 Over deep bass tones, in the flesh, odd bones are rock clones
 Repentance in the devil home 'cause he divided the whole globe
 Transform souls, told lies, we wrote scrolls
 Now it's on, it's bid war
 360 degrees that form the negative swarm
 Born mentally and physically from the essence
 Where North Star be flexin', questin', addressin'
 All minds that's hectic, no place to be
 North Star trilogy, West Coast Killa Bee
 Killa Bee, Killa Bee
 Killa Bee, Killa Bee, Killa Bee
 Yo, yo, yo, son would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Doc would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Monk would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Black would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, dog would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, G would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Christ would you kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Yo, Blacks would you kill kill 4 sho
 4 sho sho, 4 sho, 4 sho, sho
 Killa Bees will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Ghost Dog will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Wu-Tang will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 West coast will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Blood niggaz will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Crip niggaz will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 Black man will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 White man will kill kill 4 sho, sho
 G-O-D will smash you 4 sho, sho
 G-O-D will smash you 4 sho, sho
 4 sho, sho, 4 sho, sho
 This is a substance of the way of a Samurai
 The way of the Samurai is found in death
 Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily
 Everyday, when one's body and mind are at peace
 He should meditate up on being up to blocked
 By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
 Being carried away by surging waves
 Being thrown in to the midst of a great fire
 Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death
 By a great earthquake
 Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease
 Commiting Seppiku at the death of one's master
 In everyday when one fails
 One should consider himself as dead
 This is a substance of the way of a samurai