RZA, Kinetic 9 - Take Sword Pt. I lyrics
[RZA, Kinetic 9 - Take Sword Pt. I lyrics]
"Take the sword" "The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord
Don't be afraid of the Wu Tang techniques"
"Pick up the sword!"
Yo, ayo chumps are in trouble
Boy, tongue pay double, boy
I'm trump tight, you better
Go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle
Buried under tons of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Hot lead from the cylinder
From my two-shot dillinger
Put that hot steel in ya
Bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son
The clean to my static
Strange apparatus and gadgets
My bullets got magnets
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
All of what bulldozers
Hard hats and jack hammers
And leather Old Testament copies
I'll probably
Give you a out of body experience
Then hide your body
So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
My clique fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby
Learn i got Milwaukee chicks like
Shirley and Laverne they bite ya dick off
After swallowing your sperm
They slice ya fucking throat while
You lay there and squirm
They related to the judge
So the case get adjourned
You chumps are in trouble, boy
I said tongue pays double, boy
I"m trump tight, you better
Go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle
Buried under tons of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, nigga
You're too fragile
Motherfucker, my brain is on Scrabble!
Aiyo, back for this annual conference
Confronted on
You wack MC's, it's duck season
The hunt is on
What B9 squeezing and game is locked
A run upon
Thinking that you were the shit, nah
That's once upon
I doubt my run while you sit
I bust my gun from the hip
Why even make you a song
And when you ain't worth a skit
My niggas kill for the sum
And the'll be cursed for the flick
Probably til midnight until
Scheeming on pussy to split
And then we back like crack, nigga
Take a swig of that
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure
Oh he a good kid
Such a nice smile he has, oh one more state
Then I whip it on that ass
Slip slipping in the grass
Sip sipping on the glass
Now I'm dipping down the ave
"Take the sword" "The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord
Don't be afraid of the Wu Tang techniques"
"Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord
Don't be afraid of the Wu Tang techniques"
"Pick up the sword!"
Yo, ayo chumps are in trouble
Boy, tongue pay double, boy
I'm trump tight, you better
Go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle
Buried under tons of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Hot lead from the cylinder
From my two-shot dillinger
Put that hot steel in ya
Bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son
The clean to my static
Strange apparatus and gadgets
My bullets got magnets
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit
Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us
All of what bulldozers
Hard hats and jack hammers
And leather Old Testament copies
I'll probably
Give you a out of body experience
Then hide your body
So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
My clique fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby
Learn i got Milwaukee chicks like
Shirley and Laverne they bite ya dick off
After swallowing your sperm
They slice ya fucking throat while
You lay there and squirm
They related to the judge
So the case get adjourned
You chumps are in trouble, boy
I said tongue pays double, boy
I"m trump tight, you better
Go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle
Buried under tons of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, nigga
You're too fragile
Motherfucker, my brain is on Scrabble!
Aiyo, back for this annual conference
Confronted on
You wack MC's, it's duck season
The hunt is on
What B9 squeezing and game is locked
A run upon
Thinking that you were the shit, nah
That's once upon
I doubt my run while you sit
I bust my gun from the hip
Why even make you a song
And when you ain't worth a skit
My niggas kill for the sum
And the'll be cursed for the flick
Probably til midnight until
Scheeming on pussy to split
And then we back like crack, nigga
Take a swig of that
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure
Oh he a good kid
Such a nice smile he has, oh one more state
Then I whip it on that ass
Slip slipping in the grass
Sip sipping on the glass
Now I'm dipping down the ave
"Take the sword" "The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword" "Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord
Don't be afraid of the Wu Tang techniques"