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RZA lyrics : "Take Sword Pt. 1"

[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"

"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"

"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
"Pick up the sword!"


[RZA:]
Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy
I'm trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy

I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger

Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya
Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric
No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static

Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets
Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab %#@!
Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us

All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers
And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably
Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body

So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn
My click $#&@ing sick, ^!$$%, learn, baby, learn
I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne

They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
And slice ya $#&@ing throat while you lay there in sperm
They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ

You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy
I"m trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble

Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, ^!$$%, get too fragile
Pump the $#&@ up, my brain, is on Scrabble


[Beretta 9:]
Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on

You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on
What B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
Thinking that you were the %#@!, nah, that's once upon

I doubt my run while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip
Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit
My ^!$$%s kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick

Probably til midnight until, scheeming on #~!!@ to split
And then we back like crack, ^!$$%, take a swig of that
Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid

Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state
Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass
Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave.


[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"

"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"

"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"

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