When I was little, my was famous He was the greatest in the empire And he was the decapitator He cut off the heads of a and thirty-one lords It was a bad for the empire
The Shogun just stayed inside his castle and he came out People said his was infected by devils My father come home he would forget about the killings He wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the was scared of him
that was the problem Then, one night, the Shogun his Ninja spies to our house were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't That was the night everything
See, sometimes, you gotta flash 'em See don't know where this shit started Y'all where it came from I'm sayin' we gonna take back to the swords, we bounce, yo
When the came To our their name and to perform Some had, to snort to act insane With before Pete Rocked it on, now
That the mental plane to the brain the building to be born Yo, RZA flip the track the what to guy Check 'em check chicka etta, uhh
Fake niggaz get And mic bites I swing and cut clowns Shit is too swift to bite you record and it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a On some loud howl shit, to insert a
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen Catch a swollen from not rollin' smart I put mad pressure, on phony wack that get hurt Shit's played, like signs on Sweatshirt
minimum and feminine like sandals My minimum table stacks a verse on a Energy is felt the cards are dealt With the impact of roundhouse kicks from black
That attack, the mic-fones like or typhoon I from midnight to high noon I don't waste ink, I think I drop megaton bombs more than you blink
'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous of smoke, of natural blends of weed Only one circumstance is if I'm blunted Turn that up, my clan in da front want it
the MC's came To our their name and to perform Some had, to snort cocaine to act With before Rocked it on, now gone
That the plane to spark the brain With the building to be Yo, RZA the track with the what to guy Check 'em check icka etta, uhh
I'm on a Mission, that say is Impossible But when I swing my swords they all I be the body dropper, the heartbeat educator, plus head amputator
'Cause styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers Lyrics are weak, like clock radio Don't even in my station and attack While plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
What the for? Down by law, I make law I be justice, I sentence ass two to four Round the clock, that pen time check it With the I be stickin' but you can't stick to crime
Came through the Wu, slid off on the DL I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these Now come aboard, it's bound Into the chamber and it's a whole sound
It's a wide entrance, exit like a funnel So deep picked up on radios in tunnels Niggaz are how the shit begin Get vaccinated, my is branded in your skin
the MC's came To our their name and to perform Some had, to snort cocaine to act With Pete Rocked it on, now gone
the mental plane to spark the brain With the building to be Yo, RZA flip the with the what to guy Check 'em check chicka etta, uhh