Liquid Swords

When I was little, my father was famous

He was the greatest samurai in the empire

And he was the Shogun's decapitator

He cut off the heads of a 131 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

That was the night everything changed

See, sometimes

You gotta flash 'em back

See n****s don't know where this sh*t started

Y'all know where it came from

I'm saying we gonna take y'all back to the source

Do the knowledge, yo

When the MCs came to live out the name

And to perform, some had

To snort cocaine to act insane

Before Pete rocked it on

Now on with the mental plane

To spark the brain with the building to be born

Yo, RZA, flip the track with the what to cut

Fake n****s get flipped in mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns

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 your op to shop stolen art

Catch a swollen heart from not rolling smart

I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt

Sh*t's played like zodiac signs on sweatshirts

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-phones like cyclones or typhoon

I represent from midnight to high noon

I don't waste ink, n****, I think

I drop megaton bombs more faster than you blink

'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed

Do clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed

Only under one circumstance that's if I'm blunted

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

Now when the MCs came to live out the name

And to perform, some had

To snort cocaine to act insane

Before Pete rocked it on

Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain

With the building to be born

Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut

I'm on a Mission that n****s 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 n****s 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, get derailed like Amtrak

What the f**k for? Down by law, I make law

I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four

Round the clock, that state pen time, check it

But the pens I be sticking with, you can't state the crime

Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL

I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells

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

N****s are fascinated how the sh*t begin

Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

When the MCs came to live out the name

And to perform, some had

To snort cocaine to act insane

Before Pete rocked it on

Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain

With the building to be born

Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to cut