[Intro: The RZA]
Yo, it's a Samurai Showdown
Samurai Showdown...
Aight, I Ching Yang, how dare you challenge me
You will die from the tip of my sword today
Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
Right, prepare to die
[Chorus: The RZA]
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
[Verse 1: The RZA]
Yo, yo, yo hailing from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlin'
One swirl of the fatal sword splits your eyelid
Wu Killa Beez stinger back on The Swarm again
BZZZZZZ, the alarm again
Six direction weapon deflecting
Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
Steel fragments being chipped off a slinging sword slash
With the force of being crashed through your dashboard with no airbag
He drove a 99 Jaguar
Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot, respect the Bloods and Crips a lot
Plus the god for wide sagging in the seat, blasting Wu beats
Tryna 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
He kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
Deluxe stroke, son moved like a ghost
Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode
Till his clips unload, it's the samurai code
Yo, it's a Samurai Showdown
Samurai Showdown...
Aight, I Ching Yang, how dare you challenge me
You will die from the tip of my sword today
Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
Right, prepare to die
[Chorus: The RZA]
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
[Verse 1: The RZA]
Yo, yo, yo hailing from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlin'
One swirl of the fatal sword splits your eyelid
Wu Killa Beez stinger back on The Swarm again
BZZZZZZ, the alarm again
Six direction weapon deflecting
Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
Steel fragments being chipped off a slinging sword slash
With the force of being crashed through your dashboard with no airbag
He drove a 99 Jaguar
Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot, respect the Bloods and Crips a lot
Plus the god for wide sagging in the seat, blasting Wu beats
Tryna 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
He kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
Deluxe stroke, son moved like a ghost
Struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode
Till his clips unload, it's the samurai code
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