Текст песни The RZA - Ghost Dog (Soundtrack)
The RZA - Ghost Dog (Soundtrack) слова песни
*Intro: The RZA*Yo, it`s a samurai showdownSamurai showdown...(Aight, A.T.M.) How dare you challenge me?You will die from the tip of my sword todayHuh, the trenches, we must remain calmRight, prepare to die ***Chorus: The RZA (x2)***Yo, it`s born-born, young Lord, raise your swordsYo, it`s born-born, young Lord, raise your swords[The RZA]Yo, yoHailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden claw, talon twirlAnd one swirl of the fatal sword splits your IslandWu Killa Bees` stingers back on the swarm againBZZZZZZ, the alarm again, six direction weapon deflectinBones connect like opposite sides of magnetsSteel fragments bein chipped off a slingin sword slashWith the force of big crash in your dash board with no airbagHe drove a ninety-nine JaguarQuick to pick a lock, lick a shotRespect the Bloods and Crips a lotPlus the God from Ride saggin in his seat, blastin Wu beatsTryin to plot his next hitHe took a drag of the eight elements that composed, atmospheric gas`Bout to let off his sword, and full blastKept his mind focused, meditation position half lotusAbbot`s sword novas couldn`t match his magnum opusDeluxe stroke, son move like a ghostStruck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp postRadar sharp precision gunfire, explodeTill his clips unload, it`s a samurai code ***Chorus***It`s born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (5X)Time for everyone to go recordIt`s born-born, young Lord, raise your swordsTime for everybody to go record[The RZA]Crept in silent, the steel windChrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots just sealed inWe attack, full fledgewith Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our headsSwing with the force of a sledgeSingle-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedgeSlit this analog derelicts headWho even thought thathe could go against the truth and the Gods and fall back?From the will of Allah, you`ll be facin the firing squadof a thousand archers out to mark yaThe bill top scully king blocks bullets like jelly beansBirds in my nest restin up, on the telly sceneMurderous rap track to me, is ego felonyCan`t accept what you analog cats be tellin meI get the verbal weapon, won`t hesitate for one secondto break your back like Big Jack from Tekken ***Chorus***It`s born-born, young Lord so raise your swordsIt`s born-born, young Lord, raise your swords (2X)[Instrumental for the next 1:17]