[RZA]
See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See n***** don't know where this s*** started
Why'all know where it came from
I'm sayin we gonna take why'all back to the swords
We bounce, yo
[Chorus: GZA, (RZA)]
When the MC's 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 guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
[GZA]
Fake n***** get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
s*** is too swift to b*** you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some loud howl s***, to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes they get hurt
s***'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, n**** I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Through clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that s*** up, my clan in da front want it
[Chorus]
[GZA]
I'm on a Mission, that n***** say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppab
See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See n***** don't know where this s*** started
Why'all know where it came from
I'm sayin we gonna take why'all back to the swords
We bounce, yo
[Chorus: GZA, (RZA)]
When the MC's 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 guy
Check em check chicka icka etta UHH
[GZA]
Fake n***** get flipped
In mic fights I swing swords and cut clowns
s*** is too swift to b*** you record and write it down
I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe
On some loud howl s***, to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen art
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes they get hurt
s***'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, n**** I think
I drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blink
'Cause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speed
Through clouds of smoke, of natural blends of weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that s*** up, my clan in da front want it
[Chorus]
[GZA]
I'm on a Mission, that n***** say is Impossible
But when I swing my swords they all choppab