[Intro One: not included on 7 single]nWhen I was little... my father was famous.nHe was the greatest sam-urai in the empire;nand he was the Shogun's decapitator.nHe cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords.nIt was a bad time for the empire.nThe Shogun just stayed inside his castle -- and he never came out.nPeople said his brain was infected by DEVILS.nMy father would come home -- he would forget about the killings.nHe wasn't scared of the Shogun, but the Shogun was scared of him.nMaybe that was the problem.nThen, one night... the Shogun sent his ninja spies to our house.nThey were supposed to kill my father... but they didn't.n{*woman screams*}nThat was the night everything changed {*voice fades*}nn[Intro Two: RZA]nSee, sometimes...nYou gotta flash em backnSee niggaz don't know where this shit startednY'all know where it came fromnI'm sayin we gonna take y'all back to the sourcenDo the knowledge... yo!nn[Chorus: RZA, GZA]nWhen the MC's came, to live our their namenAnd to perform (forrrrm)nSome had, to snort cocaine (caiiinnne) to act insane (sannne)nwith before Pete Rock-ed it on, now gonenthat the mental plane (plaaanne) to spark the brain (brainnn)nwith the building to be bornnYo RZA flip the track with the what to gutnCheck em check chicka icka etta UHHnn[Verse One: GZA]nFake niggaz get flippednIn mic fights I swing swords and cut clownnShit is too swift to bite you record and write it downnI flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringenon some wild out shit, to insert a fiendnBut it was yo out the shop stolen artnCatch a swollen heart from not rollin smartnI put mad pressure, on phony wack rhymes that get hurtnShit's played, like zodiac signs on sweatshirtnThat's minimum, and feminine like sandalsnMy minimum table stacks a verse on a gamblenEnergy is felt once the cards are dealtnWith the impact of roundhouse kicks from black beltsnthat attack, the mic-fones like cyclones or typhoonnI represent from midnight to high noonnI don't waste ink, nigga I thinknI drop megaton BOMBS more faster than you blinknCause rhyme thoughts travel at a tremendous speednClouds of smoke, of natural blends of weednOnly under one circumstance is if I'm bluntednTurn that shit up, my Clan in Da Front want itnn[Chorus]nn[Verse Two: GZA]nI'm on a Mission, that niggaz say is ImpossiblenBut when I swing my swords they all choppablenI be the body dropper, the heartbeat stoppernChild educator, plus head amputatornCause niggaz styles are old like Mark 5 sneakersnLyrics are weak, like clock radio speakersnDon't even stop in my station and attacknwhile your plan failed, hit the rail, like AmtraknWhat the fuck for? Down by law, I make lawnI be justice, I sentence that ass two to fournround the clock, that state pen time check itnWith the pens I be stickin but you can't stick to crimenCame through with the Wu, slid off on the DLnI'm low-key like seashells, I rock these bellsn(when the MC's..) Now come aboard, it's Medina boundnEnter the chamber, and it's a whole different soundnIt's a wide entrance, small exit like a funnelnSo deep it's picked up on radios in tunnelsnNiggaz are fascinated how the shit beginnGet vaccinated, my logo is branded in your skinnn[Chorus]