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