(Intro: The RZA)
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Get your gun....
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Yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown
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(Aight,A.T.M)How dare you challenge me?
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You will die from the tip of my sword today
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huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
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Right,prepare to die
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(Chorus: The RZA <x2>)
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Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
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Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
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[Verse 1: The RZA]
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Yo,yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw,talon twirl
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and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island
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WU killa bees stingers back on the swarm again
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zzzzzz,the alarm again, six direction weapon deflection
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Blows connect like opposite sides of magnets
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Steel fragments bein chipped off a slinging sword slash
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with the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
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He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock, lick a shot
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Respect the bloods and crips a lot
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Plus the god from ride saggin in his seat, blastin WU beats tryin
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to plot his next hit
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He took a drag of the eight elements that composed,atmospheric gas
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Bout to let off his sword, and full blast kept his mind focused,
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meditation position half lotus
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ABBOT's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus deluxe stroke,
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son move like a ghost
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struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
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Radar sharp precision gunfire,explode till his clips unload,
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it's a samurai code
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(Chorus)
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It's born born ,young lord,raise your swords <x5>
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time for everyone to go record
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It's born born, young lord,raise your swords
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time for everyone to go record
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[Verse 2: The RZA]
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Crept in silent, the steel wind
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Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots consealed in
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We attack,full fledge
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with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads
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Swing with the force of a sledge
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Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
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slit this analog derelicts head
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Who even thought that
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he could go against the truth and the gods and fall back?
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from the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad
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of a thousand archers out to mark ya
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The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans
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Birds in my nest restin up,on the telly scene
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murderous rap track to me, is legal felony can't accept what you analog
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cats be tellin me
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I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second to
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break your back like big jack from tekken
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(Chorus)
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It's born born,young lord raise your swords
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It's born born,young lord raise your swords (x2)
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(Instrumental to end ....
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Samurai Showdown
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| RZA |
