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 131 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. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. Maybe that was the problem. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. Maybe that was the problem. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. Maybe that was the problem. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. Maybe that was the problem. The shogun sent his ninja spies to our house. They were supposed to kill my father, but they didn't. I'm on a mission that niggas 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 niggas styles are old like Mark 5 sneakers. Lyrics are weak like clock radio speakers. Don't even stop at my station and attack. While you're playing bell, get the rep like Amtrak. What the fuck for? Jam my lower, make law. I be justice. I sit and stare their ass two to four. Ram the clock with that state pen time. Check it, put the pens up. You sticking what you can't state the crime. Came through with the wool, slid off on the DL. I'm low key like seashells. I rock Queens 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 and tunnels. Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin. Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin. When the MCs came to live out their names. To perform, some had to smoke cocaine. To act insane before he rocked it on. Head on with the mental planes. Spark the brain with the building to be born. Yo RZA, fuck the track. What the fuck is it they want? Subs by www.zeoranger.co.uk