Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liquid Swords, artist - Wu-Tang Clan. Album song Live At Montreux 2007, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Montreux Sounds
Song language: English
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 131 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 |
That was the night everything changed |
See, sometimes |
You gotta flash 'em back |
See, niggas 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 |
Do the knowledge, yo |
When the MCs came to live out the name |
And to perform, some had |
To snort cocaine, to act insane |
Before Pete Rocked it on |
Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain |
With the building to be born |
Yo, RZA, flip the track with the what to cut |
Fake niggas get flipped in mic fights |
I swing swords and cut clowns |
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 your op. |
to 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 sweatshirts |
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-phones 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 |
Through clouds of smoke of natural blends of weed |
Only under one circumstance, that’s if I’m blunted |
Turn that shit up, my Clan in Da Front want it |
Now, when the MCs came to live out the name |
And to perform, some had |
To snort cocaine, to act insane |
Before Pete Rocked it on |
Now on with the mental plane to spark the brain |
With the building to be born |
Yo, the RZA flip the track with the what to cut |
I’m on a Mission that niggas 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 niggas' 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, get derailed like Amtrak |
What the fuck for? |
Down by law, I make law |
I be justice, I sentence that ass two to four |
'Round the clock, that state pen time, check it |
But the pens I be stickin' with, you can’t state the crime |
Came through with the Wu, slid off on the DL |
I’m low-key like seashells, I rock these bells |
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 |
Niggas are fascinated how the shit begin |
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin |
When the MCs came to live out the name |
And to perform, some had |
To snort cocaine, to act insane |
Before Pete Rocked it on |
Now on with the mental plane, to spark the brain |
With the building to be born |
Yo, RZA flip the track with the what to cut |