Liquid Swords
GZA
Letra

Intro one: (not included on 7)

When I was little... my father was famous.
He was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;
And he was the shoguns 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 wasnt 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 didnt.
*woman screams*
That was the night everything changed *voice fades*

Intro two: rza

See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See z dont know where this shit started
Yall know where it came from
Im sayin we gonna take yall back to the source
We bounce, yo

Chorus: rza, gza

When the mcs came, to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)
With before pete rock-ed it on, now gone
That the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)
With the building to be born
Yo rza flip the track with the what to gut
Check em check chicka icka etta uhh

Verse one:

Fake z get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clown
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 wild out shit, to insert a fiend
But it was yo out the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt
played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
Thats 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 dont waste ink, 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 cirtance is if Im blunted
Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it

Chorus

Verse two:

Im on a mission, that z 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 z styles are old like mark 5 sneakers
Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
Dont even stop in my station and attack
While your plan failed, hit the rail, like amtrak
What the for? down by low, 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 cant stick to crime
Came through with the wu, slid off on the dl
Im low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
(when the mcs..) now come aboard, its medina bound
Enter the chamber, and its a whole different sound
Its a wide entrance, small exit like a funnel
So deep its picked up on radios in tunnels
z are fascinated how the shit begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin

Chorus