Liquid Swords Lyrics

Liquid Swords lyrics

Intro One: (not included on 7")

 

 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

 

 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 source

 We bounce, yo

 

 Chorus: RZA, GZA

 

 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 gut

 Check em check chicka icka etta UHH

 

 Verse One:

 

 Fake niggaz get flipped

 In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown

 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 wild out shit, 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

 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

 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

 

 Verse Two:

 

 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 fuck for? Down by low, I make law

 I be justice, I sentence that ass 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 shit begin

 Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

 

 Chorus