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 source

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 gut

Check em check chicka icka etta UHH



Verse One:



Fake niggaz 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 yo out 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 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 low, 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

(when the MC's..) 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

Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin

Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin



Chorus