Take Sword Pt. 1(OST AfroSamurai) (исполнитель: RZA & Beretta 9)
[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample] "Take the sword" "The sword?" [bad word] on, give me the sword" "Huh?" "Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win" "My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques" "Pick up the sword!" [RZA:] Yo, aiyo, chumps are in trouble, boy, tongue pay double, boy I'm [bad word] tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz [bad word] Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Hot lead from the cylinder, from my two-shot dillinger Put that hot steel in ya, bigger not feeling ya Bio hazard, to ya flesh and ya fabric No need to scratch your hair, son, the clean to my static Strange apparatus and gadgets, my bullets got magnets Pop pop pop, we attract to that crab [bad word] Super superior stamina, there's a Clan of us All of what bulldozers, hard hats and jack hammers And leather Old Testament copies, I'll probably Give you a out of body experience, then hide your body So there's no return, so burn, baby, burn My click [bad word] sick, [bad word] learn, baby, learn I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne They bite ya [bad word] off, after swallowing your sperm And slice ya [bad word] throat while you lay there in sperm They related to the judge, to the case, to the germ You chumps are in trouble, boy, I said tongue pays double, boy I"m [bad word] tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz [bad word] Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles Frickles and fragles, [bad word] get too fragile Pump the [bad word] up, my brain, is on Scrabble [Beretta 9:] Aiyo, back for this annual conference, confronted on You wack MC's, it's duck season, the hunt is on What squeezing and game is locked, [bad word] upon Thinking that you were the [bad word] nah, that's once upon I doubt [bad word] while you sit, I bust my gun from the hip Why even make you a song, and when you ain't worth a skit My niggas kill for the sum, and the'll be cursed for the flick Probably til midnight until, scheeming on [bad word] to split And then we back like crack, [bad word] take a swig of that Twist a twenty sack of black, figure, oh he a good kid Such a nice smile he had, oh one more state Then I whip it on that, slip slipping in the grass Sip sipping on the glass, now I'm dipping down the ave.