RZA Lyrics
RZA Lyrics
"Samurai Showdown (Raise Your Swords) Lyrics"
Pretty Thing Lyrics
Think about the good things Think about the bad things Think about a reason to see you tonight Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna treat you wrong Tie you down pretend you're Madonna Never gon
Think about the good things Think about the bad things Think about a reason to see you tonight Something getting hard when you rock it up Something getting hot when you rock it up Pretty little girl let your sweet thing sway Never gonna treat you wrong Tie you down pretend you're Madonna Never gon
*Intro: The RZA*
Yo, it's a samurai showdown
Samurai showdown...
(Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me?
You will die from the tip of my sword today
Huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
Right, prepare to die
***Chorus: The RZA (x2)***
Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
Yo, it's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
[The RZA]
Yo, yo
Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirl
And one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island
Wu Killa Bees' stingers back on the swarm again
BZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectin
Bones connect lik
Track Five Lyrics
Look to The Stars Lyrics (Give me one more day , see if you still look at me that way things dont go the way i plan I turn my back the only way i can...) Tell me what its like!(look to the west side!) Look to the West side!(look to the west side!) I'll Figure you out(look to the west side!)
e opposite sides of magnetsLook to The Stars Lyrics (Give me one more day , see if you still look at me that way things dont go the way i plan I turn my back the only way i can...) Tell me what its like!(look to the west side!) Look to the West side!(look to the west side!) I'll Figure you out(look to the west side!)
Steel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slash
With the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbag
He drove a ninety-nine Jaguar
Quick to pick a lock, lick a shot
Respect the Bloods and Crips a lot
Plus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beats
Tryin to plot his next hit
He took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas
'Bout to let off his sword, and full blast
Kept his mind focused, meditation position half lotus
Abbot's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
Deluxe stroke, son move like a ghost
Struck in an instance, unnoticed l
I Hate The Blues Lyrics
You know my life would be easy If people would leave me alone Stop steppin' on my fingers That I've been working to the bone Maybe then I could come back to you God damn I hate the blues I've tried to put them I a bottle Some people put' em in their arm Either way they're gonna kill you S
ke a lamp postYou know my life would be easy If people would leave me alone Stop steppin' on my fingers That I've been working to the bone Maybe then I could come back to you God damn I hate the blues I've tried to put them I a bottle Some people put' em in their arm Either way they're gonna kill you S
Radar sharp precision gunfire, explode
Till his clips unload, it's a samurai code
***Chorus***
It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X)
Time for everyone to go record
It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords
Time for everybody to go record
[The RZA]
Crept in silent, the steel wind
Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed in
We attack, full fledge
with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads
Swing with the force of a sledge
Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
Slit this analog derelicts head
Who even thought
14-7-365 Lyrics
24-7-365 I used to leave work at 5pm Get home about a half past three Spending my time out on the town Cause there was nothing waiting home for me I was prone to doubt but you showed me all about A brand new philosophy For my life has changed and I'm sure rearranged You've made me everything
that24-7-365 I used to leave work at 5pm Get home about a half past three Spending my time out on the town Cause there was nothing waiting home for me I was prone to doubt but you showed me all about A brand new philosophy For my life has changed and I'm sure rearranged You've made me everything
he could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back?
From the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing squad
of a thousand archers out to mark ya
The bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beans
Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene
Murderous rap track to me, is ego felony
Can't accept what you analog cats be tellin me
I get the verbal weapon, won't hesitate for one second
to break your back like Big Jack from Tekken
***Chorus***
It's born-born, young Lord so raise your swords
It's born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X)
[Instrumental for the next 1:17]