Genius - 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 shoguns 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 wasnt 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 didnt.*woman screams*That was the night everything changed *voice fades*Intro two: rzaSee, sometimes...You gotta flash em backSee niggaz dont know where this shit startedYall know where it came fromIm sayin we gonna take yall back to the sourceWe bounce, yoChorus: rza, gzaWhen the mcs came, to live our their nameAnd to perform (forrrrm)Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)With before pete rock-ed it on, now goneThat the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)With the building to be bornYo rza flip the track with the what to gutCheck em check chicka icka etta uhhVerse one:Fake niggaz get flippedIn mic fights I swing swords and cut clownShit is too swift to bite you record and write it downI flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringeOn some wild out shit, to insert a fiendBut it was yo out the shop stolen artCatch a swollen heart from not rollin smartI put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurtShits played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirtThats minimum, and feminine like sandalsMy minimum table stacks a verse on a gambleEnergy is felt once the cards are dealtWith the impact of roundhouse kicks from black beltsThat attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoonI represent from midnight to high noonI dont waste ink, nigga I thinkI drop megaton bombs more faster than you blinkCause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speedClouds of smoke, of natural blends of weedOnly under one circumstance is if Im bluntedTurn that shit up, my clan in da front want itChorusVerse two:Im on a mission, that niggaz say is impossibleBut when I swing my swords they all choppableI be the body dropper, the heartbeat stopperChild educator, plus head amputatorCause niggaz styles are old like mark 5 sneakersLyrics are weak, like clock radio speakersDont even stop in my station and attackWhile your plan failed, hit the rail, like amtrakWhat the ***** for? down by low, I make lawI be justice, I sentence that ass two to fourRound the clock, that state pen time check itWith the pens I be stickin but you cant stick to crimeCame through with the wu, slid off on the dlIm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells(when the mcs..) now come aboard, its medina boundEnter the chamber, and its a whole different soundIts a wide entrance, small exit like a funnelSo deep its picked up on radios in tunnelsNiggaz are fascinated how the shit beginGet vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skinChorus
