*Intro: The RZA*
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Yo, it's a samurai showdown
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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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[The RZA]
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Yo, yo
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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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BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin
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Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
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Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin 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
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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
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Tryin 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
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Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
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Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
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Deluxe stroke, 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
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Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code
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***Chorus***
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It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X)
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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 everybody to go record
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[The RZA]
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Crept in silent, the steel wind
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Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed 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 ego felony
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Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me
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I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second
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to break your back like Big Jack from Tekken
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***Chorus***
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It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
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It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X)
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[Instrumental for the next 1:17]
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Samurai Showdown (Raise Your Swords)
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RZA |