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, 15 2006 . 16:57 +
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, 16 2006 . 14:46 +
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RZA - Samurai Showdown

, 12 2006 . 23:26 +
*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 like opposite sides of magnets
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 like a lamp post
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 that
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)


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North Star & RZA - 4 Sho Sho

, 12 2006 . 23:23 +
[Intro/Outro: Forest Whitaker]
The way of the samurai is found in death
Meditation of inevitable death should be performed daily
Every day, when one's body and mind are at peace
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
by arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst of a great fire
Being struck by a lightning, and shaken to death by a great earthquake
Falling from thousand foot cliffs, dying of a disease
Commiting seppiku at the death of one's master
In everyday when one fails, one should consider himself as dead
This is a substance of the way of a samurai

[Christ Bearer]
Nigga I don't wanna talk
I own one, ghost gun, briefcase in this equilibrium
It's the killa on your block, melodic flux
War flock, of perfected, dead it, bloods chop it up
And the birds of a feather, fly together
Intellaced moving mo' murder messages of me and Leatha Face
I'm your retainer, your perfect stranger
36th Chamber, Wu-Tang banga
I hit the dust and bust a straight no braina
Heavyweight gaina, and a lone blown ranger
Welcome to the world I rock
Doing what in the cut, while niggas know not
Grand theft, awaited with baited breath
Hear witnesses fear just as clear as death
In the twinklin of an eye, in the ways of the samurai
It's do or die, for the devil's pie
Now I'm phat broad down, received from mo' high
So beautiful it make you wanna cry, cry, cry
Power Equality, Ghost Dog
For Christ Bearer, Killa Bees, west coast God

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, dog will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Black will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, D will you kill kill for shoe, sho
Yo, Mink will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Christ will you kill kill for sho, sho

[Minky, (RZA)]
Ah, designed to cause disaster, the mic blaster
Cause atoms to transfer, with immediate report for you bastards
I make minds stagger, with this North Star golden dagger
I self Lord and master, represented in this chapter
For you phony wild actors, I crack ya
for tryin to distract us, in the west
transportin flows of energy in your chest
Over deep bass tones, in the flesh
Odd bones are rock clones
Repentance in the devil home cuz he divided the whole globe
Transform souls, told lies, we wrote scrolls
Now it's on, it's bid war
360 degrees that form the negative swarm
Born mentally and physically from the essence
Where North Star be flexin, questin, addressing
All minds that's hectic, no place to be
North Star trilogy, west coast Killa Bee
(Killa Who?) Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee
Killa Bee, (Killa Who?) Killa Bee

[Chorus: RZA]
Yo, yo,
Yo, son will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Doc will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Monk will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Black will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, dog will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, G will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Christ will you kill kill for sho, sho
Yo, Blacks will you kill kill for sho

For shoe shoe, for shoe, for sho, sho
Killa Bees will kill kill for sho, sho
Ghost Dog will kill kill for sho, sho
Wu-Tang will kill kill for sho, sho
West coast will kill kill for sho, sho
Blood niggas will kill kill for sho, sho
Crip niggas will kill kill for sho, sho
Black man will kill kill for sho, sho
White man will kill kill for sho, sho
G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho
G-O-D will smash you for sho, sho
For sho, sho
(For sho, sho)

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2PAC - Ghetto Gospel

, 27 2006 . 23:20 +
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

If I could recollect before my hood dayz
I'd sit and reminisce, nigga and bliss on the good dayz
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
Cuz any day they'll push the button
And y'all condemned like Malcolm x and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
But when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
There's no need for you to fear me
If you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
It ain't about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I keep discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak
To pay the price of being hell bound


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, 27 2006 . 23:13 +
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