GRICE, Gary (GZA)
    
      
    
      
    Liquid Swords
    
      
    
      
    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 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 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.
    
      
    [woman screams]
    
      
    That was the night everything changed 
    
      
    
      
    See, sometimes...
    
      
    You gotta flash em back
    
      
    See niggaz don't know where this shit started
    
      
    Y'all know where it came from
    
      
    I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the source
    
      
    We bounce, yo
    
      
    
      
    When the mc's came, to live our their name
    
      
    And to perform
    
      
    Some had, to snort cocaine to act insane 
    
      
    With before pete rocked it on, now gone
    
      
    That the mental plane to spark the brain
    
      
    With the building to be born
    
      
    Yo rza flip the track with the what to gut
    
      
    Check em check chicka icka etta uhh
    
      
    
      
    Fake niggaz 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
    
      
    Shit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirt
    
      
    That's 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 don't waste ink, nigga 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 circumstance is if I'm blunted
    
      
    Turn that shit up, my clan in da front want it
    
      
    
      
    When the mc's came, to live our their name
    
      
    …..
    
      
    I'm on a mission, that niggaz 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 niggaz styles are old like mark 5 sneakers
    
      
    Lyrics are weak, like clock radio speakers
    
      
    Don't even stop in my station and attack
    
      
    While your plan failed, hit the rail, like Amtrak
    
      
    What the fuck 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 can't stick to crime
    
      
    Came through with the wu, slid off on the dl
    
      
    I'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bells
  
    
      
    When the mc's …..
  
    
      
    now come aboard, it's medina bound
    
      
    Enter 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 in tunnels
    
      
    Niggaz are fascinated how the shit begin
    
      
    Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin