RZA - Samurai Showdown lyrics

[RZA - Samurai Showdown lyrics]

Get your gun yo yo, it's a samurai showdown
Samurai showdown
Aight, DZA, how dare you challenge me?
You will die from the tip of my sword today
The trenches, we must remain calm
Right, prepare to die
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin
Golden claw talon twirl and one swirl of the
Fatal sword split's your Island
Wu killa bees stingers back
On the swarm again 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 strok
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
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Time for everyone to go accord
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Time for everybody to go accord
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
Murderous rap 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
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords
Yo, it's born born, young Lord
Raise your swords

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