Rza - Samurai Showdown lyrics

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Rza - Samurai Showdown lyrics

Get your gun Yo yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown Aight, DZA, how dare you challenge me? You will die from the tip of my sword today The trenches, we must remain calm Right, prepare to die Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, yo, hailin' from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw Talon twirl and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island Wu k**a bees stingers back on the swarm again The alarm again, six direction weapon deflection Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets Steel fragments bein' chipped off a singing 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 strok 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 Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everyone to go accord Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Time for everybody to go accord 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 an*log 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 bullest 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 an*log cats be tellin' me, I get the verbal weapon Won't hesitate for one second to break your back Like big jack from tekken Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords Yo, it's born born, young Lord, raise your swords

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