Liquid Swords
Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 (Live)
歌手:Wu-Tang Clan
专辑:《Disciples of the 36 Chambers: Chapter 1 [live]》

作曲 : Felix Cavaliere/Robert Diggs/Gary Grice/Joseph Zawinul/Edward J. Brigati Jr.
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
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 *voice fades*
Intro Two:
RZA See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See *****z don't know where this *******t started
Y'all know where it came from
I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the source
We bounce, yo
Chorus: RZ
A, GZA When the
MC's came, to live our their name
And to perform (forrrrm)
Some had, to snort ******* (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
*******t 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 *******t, 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
*******t's played, like zodiac signs on sweat*******rt
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, *****
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 *******
Only under one circumstance is if
I'm blunted
Turn that *******t up, my "Clan in Da Front" want it
Chorus Verse
Two: I'm 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
Don't 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 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
*****z are fascinated how the *******t begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin
Chorus
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