Intro Two: RZA

See, sometimes...
You gotta flash em back
See niggaz don't know where this [bad word] started
Y'all know where it came from
I'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the swords
We bounce, yo
 [bad word]  RZA, GZA

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

Verse One:

Fake niggaz get blitzed
and mic bites I swing swords and cut clowns [bad word] 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 loud howl [bad word]  to insert a fiend
But it was yo ock, the shop stolen heart
Catch a swollen heart from not rollin smart
I put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurt [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 weed
Only under one circumstance is if I'm blunted
Turn that [bad word] up, my clan in da front want it
 [bad word] 
Verse Two:

I'm on a Mission, that niggaz 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 niggaz 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 [bad word] for? Down by law, I make law
I be justice, I sentence that [bad word] 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 [bad word] aboard, it's Medina bound
Into 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
Niggaz are fascinated how the [bad word] begin
Get vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skin