[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample (60 Second Assassin, True Master)]
(Black Samurai)
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
(Everybody let your head take control)
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
(If you are natural)
"Take the sword!"
(Everybody let your head take control
(If you are natural)
[60 Second Assassin]
Black Samurai, land of the Wu
True are these lyrics for a Mars bar
Biochemical, fury! You get thrown in the maze
Of court and jury, the psycopath, chief of the war cloud
Warpath, whoopin' up his ass
Hold up his world like Atlas
In-car-nating, styles, you can call the death trials!
Don't, but not flinch from the eyelines
Sick, the crack of the smile, I might play wild child
Enter the stands of a bound, because you found
You should be, stripped of your gown
Mutilated, maned, shipped out, what the fuck, you don' tripped out
Miscount, 60 Sec., account the amount
You seem to lost, your whereabout, there about
A year to mount roundhouse, heavy second stakeout
Try to break out, and get knocked about
Fifty-two blocks on the house, figured, no action and all mouth
Now watch me put on this show like Paramount
Disfigure your aura like sourcrout
You want beef? You want war, where we go to? The mountains
Hurt with rhymes that'll cripple you, beyond dispicable
Uncurable, once you exit in the realm of the fictional
Or should I say death, cuz rhymes should of been kept
Chopping necks, Black Samurai...
Yeah, home of the ruckus, Black Samurai
(Black Samurai)
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
(Everybody let your head take control)
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
(If you are natural)
"Take the sword!"
(Everybody let your head take control
(If you are natural)
[60 Second Assassin]
Black Samurai, land of the Wu
True are these lyrics for a Mars bar
Biochemical, fury! You get thrown in the maze
Of court and jury, the psycopath, chief of the war cloud
Warpath, whoopin' up his ass
Hold up his world like Atlas
In-car-nating, styles, you can call the death trials!
Don't, but not flinch from the eyelines
Sick, the crack of the smile, I might play wild child
Enter the stands of a bound, because you found
You should be, stripped of your gown
Mutilated, maned, shipped out, what the fuck, you don' tripped out
Miscount, 60 Sec., account the amount
You seem to lost, your whereabout, there about
A year to mount roundhouse, heavy second stakeout
Try to break out, and get knocked about
Fifty-two blocks on the house, figured, no action and all mouth
Now watch me put on this show like Paramount
Disfigure your aura like sourcrout
You want beef? You want war, where we go to? The mountains
Hurt with rhymes that'll cripple you, beyond dispicable
Uncurable, once you exit in the realm of the fictional
Or should I say death, cuz rhymes should of been kept
Chopping necks, Black Samurai...
Yeah, home of the ruckus, Black Samurai
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