文本歌词

Liquid Swords - GZA
When I was little my father was famous
He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire
And he was the Shogun's decapitator
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one 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
*woman screams*
That was the night everything changed *voice fades*
Intro Two: RZA
When the MC's came to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had to snort ******* (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 gut
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
Verse One:
Fake niggaz get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
**** 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 **** to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
**** '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
Clouds of smoke of natural blends of ****
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that **** up my 'Clan in Da Front' want it
I'm on a Mission that niggaz 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 niggaz 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 hit the rail like Amtrak
What the **** for Down by low I make law
I be justice I sentence that *** two to four
Round the clock that state pen time check it
With the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crime
Came through with the Wu slid off on the DL
I'm low-key like seashells I rock these bells
(when the MC's ) 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
Niggaz are fascinated how the **** begin
Get vaccinated my logo is branded in your skin
Chorus