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