| Lyrics: | Intro Two: RZA
See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See niggaz don't know
where this shit started
Y'all know where it came from
I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to
the swords
We bounce, yo
[Chorus: GZA, (RZA)]
When the MC's came, to live our
their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane
(sannne)
with before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gone
that the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark
the brain (brainnn)
with the building to be born
Yo RZA flip the track with the what to
guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
[GZA]
Fake niggas get flipped
in mic
fights i swing swords and cut clowns
Shit 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 loud howl shit, to
insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin
smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes they get hurt
Shit's played, like zodiac
signs on sweatshirt
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-fones like cyclones or typhoon
I represent from
midnight to high noon
I don't waste ink, nigga I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than
you blink
Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Through clouds of smoke, of
natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that shit up, my
clan in da front want it
[Chorus]
[GZA]
I'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is
Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppab |
