[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 x2: The RZA]

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 [x5]
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 !@#^og 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 !@#^og 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 [x2]


[Instrumental for the next 1:17]