When I was little, my father was famous   He was the greatest samurai 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   That was the night everything changed      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 swords, we bounce, yo      When the MC's came   To live our their name and to perform   Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane   With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone      That the mental plane to spark the brain   With the building to be born   Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy   Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh      Fake niggaz get blitzed   And mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns   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 loud howl shit, to insert a fiend      But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart   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      When the MC's came   To live our their name and to perform   Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane   With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone      That the mental plane to spark the brain   With the building to be born   Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy   Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh      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 law, 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   Now come aboard, it's Medina bound   Into 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      When the MC's came   To live our their name and to perform   Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane   With before Pete Rocked it on, now gone      That the mental plane to spark the brain   With the building to be born   Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to guy   Check 'em check chicka icka etta, uhh