Get your gun....
 
 Yo, it's a samurai showdown, samurai showdown
 
 (Aight,A.T.M)How dare you challenge me?
 
 You will die from the tip of my sword today
 
 huh, the trenches, we must remain calm
 
 Right,prepare to die
 
  
  (Chorus: The RZA )
 
 Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
 
 Yo,it's born born, young lord, raise your swords
  
 
 [Verse 1: The RZA]
 
 Yo,yo Hailin from the slums of Shaolin, golden
 
 claw,talon twirl
 
 and one swirl of the fatal sword splits your Island
 
 WU killa bees stingers back on the swarm again
 
 zzzzzz,the alarm again, six direction weapon
 
 deflection
 
 Bones connect like opposite sides of magnets
 
 Steel fragments bein chipped off a singing sword slash
 
 with the force of big crash in your dash board with no
 
 airbag
 
 He drove a ninety nine Jaguar quick to pick a lock,
 
 lick a shot
 
 Respect the bloods and crips a lot
 
 Plus the god from ride saggin in his seat, blastin WU
 
 beats tryin 
 
 to plot his next hit
 
 He took a drag of the eight elements that
 
 composed,atmospheric gas
 
 Bout to let off his sword, and full blast kept his
 
 mind focused,
 
 meditation position half lotus
 
 ABBOT's sword novas couldn't match his magnum opus
 
 deluxe stroke,
 
 son move like a ghost
 
 struck in an instance, unnoticed like a lamp post
 
 Radar sharp precision gunfire,explode till his clips
 
 unload,
 
 it's a samurai code
  
 
 (Chorus)
 
 It's born born, young lord,raise your swords 
 
 time for everyone to go record
 
 It's born born, young lord,raise your swords
 
 time for everyone to go record
  
 
 [Verse 2: The RZA]
 
 Crept in silent, the steel wind
 
 Chrome silencers screwed on tight kept the gunshots
 
 just sealed in
 
 We attack,full fledge
 
 with Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our
 
 heads
 
 Swing with the force of a sledge
 
 Single-edge stainless steel blade chopped the wedge
 
 slit this analog derelicts head
 
 Who even thought that
 
 he could go against the truth and the gods and fall
 
 back?
 
 from the will of Allah, you'll be facin the firing
 
 squad
 
 of a thousand archers out to mark ya
 
 The bill top scully king blocks bullest like jelly
 
 beans
 
 Birds in my nest restin up,on the telly scene
 
 murderousrap track to me,is ego felony can't accept
 
 what you analog
 
 cats be tellin me 
 
 I get the verbal weapon,won't hesitate for one second
 
 to
 
 break your back like big jack from tekken
  
 
 (Chorus)
 
 It's born born,young lord raise your swords
 
 It's born born,young lord raise your swords (x2)