Take The Sword Part III
(专辑: Afro Samurai: Resurrection - 2009)
[Intro: kung fu samples] "Take the
sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the
sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Dexter Wiggles:] Yo... here come the
enemy And what stands, and we will take... For sure, the
Lion of Judah stands within the
way Ready for the
voices, to call out the
other Beware of the
storm... [60 Second Assassin:] Our opponents upon the
threat with the
mighty Gigantor I'm ripping this shit to pieces like Skeletor The
editor, senator of all rap, competitors Get this job done on the
mic quicker than Financial or power, I
attack with the
sunshower Get the
new pres', the
taste of God's power Raining for forty days, burning for forty nights Meteoroligists don't even pick up from the
satelline Coming a
catastrophe, death of another M.C. Killed by the
legendary G-O-D, as in me Now rest in peace, six feet beneath, subconsciously Periodically, and wake up and be somebody I
swam the
shores and cause the
laws and I
recall The
rise and fall, but now see I
walk tall Never needed a
slugger, my rapping's like the
mugging I
rough up then tough up, I
leave your shit left for supper Hush up your busted, you can't be trusted Give me a
break out there, fooling the
puppet On with the
subject, cause I'm tired of hearing this rubbish Now get your stinking breath off the
mic "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the
attack" [Leggezin Fin rapping in foreign language] [Leggezin Fin:] We had 30 years of war, live hardcore For our souls through the
sky, alotta soldiers died You can't ever be denied when, words are only option Before you close an eye, guarantee you'll be poppin Ninety-nine percent, muthafuckas straight dropping Leaders get starting, AK's, ASK's With the
magazine that say, real Leggezin Aiyo, that's what I
mean, people pray for the
day Of a
good well being, man cry in your genes If you stepping cleans, enemies getting low So he spy enemies, gather fake shit, counterfeit Try to make a
profit, still I
crimes up for the
rise To the
market, so many people starving, die for nothing I
bring you little something, keep the
streets bumping Love forever "Take the
sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the
sword! " "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the
attack" "You Wu-Tang... " [Crisis:] Who serving us? The
Knights is superb with this We lyrical murderers, your nervousness got you shaking like turbulence The
game need nourishment, so we came to nourish it Give you lames encouragement, just the
name get perished quick Black Knights, we far from good samaritans Keep the
crowd rocking, you keep 'em nodding like heroine In the
veins of an addict, disrespect, brains'll get splattered You strained from being subtracted, inflicting pain is a
habit Killa Cali mentality, rob & sell drugs for a
salary Niggas can't handle me, bring static like Channel 3
On the
M-I-C, or on the
streets leave you like Can it Be You got served by my first verse, for living in a
fantasy Yessir, like my nigga Pharell, for real Niggas get killed, Black Knights, we destroy then build [Christbearer] Yeah, I
make it all seem so simple Rock the
mic with my quintessential, fundamental Killing them off, Christbearer the
boss The
young Rick Ross on the
freeway, yeah I
see the
rats run the
relay Yeah, the
judge, the
jury, the
prosecutor, the
DEA Yeah, Christbearer, he say And he's an O.G. when he flex it, like it's suppose to be The
freestyle champ, keep it amped Then, nobody in the
camp gets served When I
swerve, Christbearer the
king, I
bring The, fire, the
rain, I
touch 'em, insane So psycho, yeah, I'm in the
PJ's In the
projects, I
go, insane [Rugged Monk:] Monk spit fact not fiction, my written is too forbidden It be touched, to even bitten, you wack niggas submitting Spit darts, rap it so accurate, pierce right through your hollow bones Graphic clones, couldn't see me on the
microphone Pen and pad, line for line, bar for bar, you take a
choice Your courage is flattering, but your need couldn't come close To the
Rugged M-O-N-K, vivid lyrical wordplay Display a
chamber of rhymes, you couldn't match on your best day I
leave that ass wet like a
dolphin, laid in a
coffin Compton's where I
come from, and shit happen's often What you know about a
nigga dying, for natural causes He got, hit in his neck, now that's natural for flossing Even my girl say I'm stuck in my ways Ever since back in the
days, been thugging, dumping with K's And I'm still at it, still slinging, word to them crack addicts Still acting, still quick to keep the
beef cracking [5 Foot Hyper Sniper:] My dosage of murder is a
movie 3000 Miles to Graceland, alotta gun clapping, man Chicks say Dre Street, the
last man, specialist, man I
represents a
crime family, nominated for Grammy's Brooklyn Zu, up in the
casino, chips like Bingo Flights to Reno, my team's 'source' like Benzino You 'supreme', we got 'clientele', more kings in jail We so dangerous, we don't get bail Judge wanna, let me rot in the
cell I
got to escape like Alcatraz, I
be on the
run like Ol' Dirty Bast' With a
suitcase full of cash, royalties ever stash And I
got dough from paid shows Like uptown, and Tonight at the
Apollo Dre Street, a
tough act to follow, jumped out the
Silverado Fuck the
fifty talent, ahh, bullets flying through the
air Like spirals on a
football, like it was thrown by Brett Favre "Take the
sword! " [Beretta 9:] You should pray that I
climb the
ladder, instead of waving the
wand Having to abracadabra, he is no longer with us I
couldn't be any gladder, like the
kid on Christmas Who couldn't be any badder, got everything that I
asked for Including the
six shooter, gloves with the
hat and mask And you was giving it up so, no reason to ask And we be living it up, future, present and past A
bit of pimp in my strut, make it like I
got class Wine in the
wine glass, fine bitch with a
fine ass And her friend too, the
evil that men do Just cause I
got cash, will I
figure I
take two Or maybe three of those, how we treat them hoes "Take the
sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the
sword! " "You Wu-Tang... " [Interlude: sample] One hundred men co-operate to save ten lives And ten men save one life and death That has always been the
way of the
108 Dragons [The Reverend William Burk:] Take your plan back to the
drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the
church, son, give it back to the
lord Take your plan back to the
drawing board, sharpen your sword Give your soul back to the
church, give it back to the
lord You playing with them rooks, knights, bishops, kings Queens, bishops, knights, rooks Knowledge equal pawns, frontlines, jagged hooks Gold shields, illest crooks for the
boldest juks We eating soul food, cooked good, now what's it shook It took for one to see the
pork without the
pieces on it It takes for one to grab the
cross as if it's Jesus on it It take for one to see the
poor pit with the
preacher's on it It take for one to hear the
system with no speakers on it And still know that it's all there with the
features on it Like them Cadillacs with woofers and them tweeters on it We in stadiums, the
floors and the
bleachers want it In high school I
even had my women teachers on it [RZA:] We keep diamonds in small packets like sunflower seeds When my glock get a
cold, it throws a
gunpowder sneeze Achoo, blow a
fever at you non believers I
bet your cornerback won't intercept the
receiver Of this hundred meter bullet, trigger pull back when I
pull it A
quarter inch, I
clear the
whole bench, I
clear the
whole field And the
building, your boy Bobby Steels been Trapped in the
projects, playing spades with the
pilgrims Now I"m back on O-R, aiyo, pa The
glock goes pop pop, now it's back tok the
Alamo "I have nothing but admiration for having foreseen the
attack, now Because of it... " "Take the
sword! " "The sword? " "Come on, give me the
sword" [Outro: sample] When a
man wants to attract the
female The
best way is to apply a
musk perfume But when a
man uses a
musk perfume There are two important things he must be aware of One; is that he will get the
woman he wants Even if she woudln't ordinarily succumb to his charms The
other is that his own special odor, his body's natural smell Will change... The
very demon of revenge seeks divine guidance? Haha, do you really think you can absolve yourself from sin? By sculpting, stupid little toys? Who-ho, now that's some shit you don't see everyday You've fallen so far, coward I've been watching you, can you even raise your sword? Against another, where's the
cold blooded killer, you once were Do you no longer have the
stomach to fight? Will you remain a
coward, even as your father suffers? Oh, now, that just ain't nice You don't have to listen to that shit And you have such a
long long way to go To save your poor tortured father I've almost revived his rotten bones Oh he will live again, to feel pain To suffer, and you don't even have the
number two headband yet So I
have a
few more days, or maybe even weeks To enjoy your father's pain Before you even have the
right to challenge me Watch