Samurai Showdown

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