Liquid Swords - GZA

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

When the MC＇s came to live our their name

And to perform (forrrrm)

Some had to snort coc*ine (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

Sh*t 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 sh*t 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

Sh*t＇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 ni**a 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 w**d

Only under one circumstance is if I＇m blunted

Turn that sh*t up my ＂Clan in Da Front＂ want it

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 f**k for Down by low I make law

I be justice I sentence that a** 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 sh*t begin

Get vaccinated my logo is branded in your skin

Chorus