Samurai Showdown (Raise Your Swords)

*Intro: The RZA* Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die ***Chorus: The RZA (x2)*** Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords [The RZA] Yo, yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlin' One swirl of the fatal sword splits your eyelid Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats Tryin to plot his next hit He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas 'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code ***Chorus*** It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X) Time for everyone to go record It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go record [The RZA] Crept in silent, the steel wind Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in We attack, full fledge With Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads Swing with the force of a sledge Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge Slit this analog derelicts head Who even thought that He could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back? From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad Of a thousand archers out to mark ya The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second To break your back like Big Jack from Tekken ***Chorus*** It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X) [Instrumental for the next 1:17]