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Lyrics: Yo, it's a samurai showdown Samurai showdown... (Aight, .) 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
