Liquid Swords[Intro One: not included on 7\" single]\nWhen I was little... my father was famous.\nHe was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;\nand he was the Shogun\'s decapitator.\nHe cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords.\nIt was a bad time for the empire.\nThe Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out.\nPeople said his brain was infected by DEVILS.\nMy father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.\nHe wasn\'t scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.\nMaybe that was the problem.\nThen, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.\nThey were supposed to kill my father... but they didn\'t.\n{*woman screams*}\nThat was the night everything changed {*voice fades*}\n\n[Intro Two: RZA]\nSee, sometimes...\nYou gotta flash em back\nSee niggaz don\'t know where this shit started\nY\'all know where it came from\nI\'m sayin we gonna take y\'all back to the source\nDo the knowledge... yo!\n\n[Chorus: RZA, GZA]\nWhen the MC\'s came, to live our their name\nAnd to perform (forrrrm)\nSome had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)\nwith before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone\nthat the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)\nwith the buildingto be born\nYo RZA flip the track with the what to gut\nCheck em check chicka icka etta UHH\n\n[Verse One: GZA]\nFake niggaz get flipped\nIn mic fights I swing swords and cut clown\nShit is too swift to bite you record and write it down\nI flow like theblood on a murder scene, like a syringeon some wild out shit, to insert a fiendBut it was yo out the shop stolen artCatch a swollen heart from not rollin smartI put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurtShit\'s played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirtThat\'s minimum, and feminine like sandalsMy minimum table stacks a verse on a gambleEnergy is felt once the cards are dealtWith the impact of roundhouse kicks from black beltsthat attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoonI represent from midnight to high noonI don\'t waste ink, nigga I thinkI drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blinkCause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speedClouds of smoke, of natural blends of weedOnly under one circumstance is if I\'m bluntedTurn that shit up, my \"Clan in Da Front\" want it[Chorus]\n\n[Verse Two: GZA]\nI\'m on a Mission, that niggaz say is Impossible\nBut when I swing my swords they all choppable\nI be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopper\nChild educator, plus head amputator\nCause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers\nLyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers\nDon\'t even stop in my station and attack\nwhile your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak\nWhat the fuck for? Down by law, I make law\nI be justice, I sentence that ass two to four\nround the clock, that state pen time check it\nWith the pens I be stickin but you can\'t stick to crime\nCame through with theWu, slid off on the DL\nI\'m low-key like seashells, I rock these bells\n(when the MC\'s..) Now come aboard, it\'s Medina bound\nEnter the chamber, and it\'s a whole different sound\nIt\'s a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel\nSo deep it\'s picked up on radios in tunnels\nNiggaz are fascinated how the shitbegin\nGet vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin\n\n[Chorus] Clan, GZA, hip-hop, Liquid, rap, Swords, Wu-Tang