RZA

RZA - Take Sword Pt. 1 lyrics

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[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]

"Take the sword"

"The sword?"

"Come on, give me the sword"

"Huh?"

"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"

"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"

"Pick up the sword!"



[RZA:]

Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy

I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy

I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble

Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles

Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger

Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya

Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric

No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static

Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets

Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab shit

Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us

All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers

And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably

Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body

So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn

My click fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn

I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne

They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm

And slice ya fucking throat while you lay there in sperm

They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ

You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy

I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy

I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble

Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles

Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile

Pump the fuck up, my brain, is on Scrabble



[Beretta 9:]

Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on

You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on

What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon

Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon

I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip

Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit

My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick

Probably til midnight until, scheeming on pussy to split

And then we back like crack, nigga, take a swig of that

Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid

Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state

Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass

Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave.



[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]

"Take the sword"

"The sword?"

"Come on, give me the sword"

"Huh?"

"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"

"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
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