Afro Theme

Afro Intro

Certified Samurai .......... Talib Kweli

Just A Lil Dude (Who Dat Ovah There) .......... Q-Tip

Afro's Father Fight

Oh .......... Stone Mecca

The Walk .......... Stone Mecca

Bazooka Fight

Who Is Tha Man .......... The Reverend William Black

Ninjaman

Cameo Afro .......... Big Daddy Kane

Tears Of A Samurai

Take Sword Pt.1

The Empty 7 Theme

Baby .......... Maurice

Take Sword Pt.II .......... True Master

Bazooka Fight

Fury In My Eyes / Revenge

Afro Samurai Theme (First Movement)

Afro Samurai Theme (Second Movement)

Insomnia .......... Bobby Digital

So Fly .......... Bobby Digital

We All We Got .......... Bobby Digital

Glorious Day .......... Bobby Digital

Series Outro

Typed by: Cno Evil

[RZA]
A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand men
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut crystal and bone, pistol and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
Quest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road

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(feat. Suga Bang Bang & Terra Tory)

[Intro: Terra Tory (Talib Kweli) {Suga Bang Bang}]
Hahahahahaha, we gon' do what we do right here, baby
You already know what it is, Division, back in the building
Brooklyn, you see 'em? Haha (yeah, come on) {soldier hold ya sword high}
{Swing it like a Samurai} Who are we?

[Talib Kweli]
We the breadwinners, baby, make it peel, sippin' blunts
Smokin' guns, taught M.C.'s how these niggas living
Earn, burning word for ya, curb serving
Got you hooked by the first purchase, birds chirping
Cops listening, with the gun sitting on they lap
Cuz of that, the t-shirt's on the block, like 'stop snitching'
Living by the code of the samurai
Dreams put on hold like operators standing by
What you craft with your heart or your weapon
It's a question, what you craft with, a glock or a message in a rhyme
I teach you little savage part of a lesson and choice
Between being a gangsta and an artist, is the start of your ending
You can front like you a gangsta artist, but that ain't the smartest
Decision, niggas'll test you
Say you ain't the hardest, regardless, what you spare homey
RZA told me that the game is flipping, nobody bent for me

[Interlude: Terra Tory]
Haha, you already know what it is
Murda is back in the building
Division, back in the building

[Free Murda]
Free Murda dick longer than the O.J. trial
Have your bitch backstage with the Colgate smile
I'm on the back glocks where the coke ring loud
Bullets got flat tops like they stole Kane's style
Warm 'em kid, you wanna flow, drain now
Get your whole brain out, where your hoes hang out
It's killing me, everybody got cocaine nail
Stealing Free is like trying take a old stain out
Your boy's on fire, my boat stays out
It's gon' take more than a wire, to close they mouth
Got a slice of that bread, bags that you stole
You had a price on your head, now that tag's on your toe
And you know that nigga dead when the casket is closed
Off with his dreads, keep the mag' in my clothes
I'm trying, real good, the semi' got loud up
You can die in your hood, like Kenny from South Park

[Chorus 2X: Free Murda]
How many licks does it take
For me to hit the tootsie roll center of a break?
Yeah, how many hits must you make
Before a man'll get his mule and his forty ac's

[Suga Bang Bang]
Soldier hold your sword high...
Swing it like a Samurai...
Now don't get all out of pride...
From the Afro Samurai...

(feat. Free Murda)

[Q-Tip]
Bodies in the street, killing over head
Marvel at the sky, as it turn blood red
Peelin' caps back til the white meat show
This is natural, for the little Afro
Pressure bust pipes, minds is feeling up
And when I lay it down, you ain't never getting up
Revenge is on my frequency dialing
Prayers for these fools, well it ain't worth wilding
You say that you a Samurai? Whatever
I'm fueled with my father, he's inside me forever
Ya'll ain't never seen this greedy young boy
Not constructed by girls, by games, by joy
See I'mma think for ya, I'mma think for me
Out think the enemy, constantly
It's murder on the rocks, slinging niggas on the roads
Citizens take cover as I shit on patrol

[Chorus 3X: Q-Tip]
When they see me, they say 'Who that over there?'
Just a lil' dude with a head full of hair
Just a lil' dude, not a god damn care
Just a lil' dude, so you best to beware

[Free Murda]
Phony niggas talk bull, but I know they don't kill
And they know it's for real, but I hope they don't squeel
They hold me bigger than a bull, to left my home alone grail
Only trigger that he pull, is on the hungry pope drill
Show you how the coke feel, four in yo dome, now go chill
He ain't never gettin' up like O did with no pills
V.I. pop stars, I'm strapped like Bokeem
Gettin' shot, pa, no turn back with those keys
Try'nna shop hard, bigger than obese
And I say I cop cars, I ain't talking bout the police
Nigga broke, pockets look like the ears of Odie
From Garfield, know how my heart feel
Winter Benz, stop the rims, do cartwheels
Now I'm the Man, like Meth from Park Hill
Bring a pound, cuz I smoke trees, a little hash too
Break ya down, so I can put weed in little capsules

[Chorus 3X]

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"Who is, the man?" - sample

[Reverend William Burke]
Heavy metal blast devils, shovels bury devils
I travel through lower levels, killing demons and rebels
With petals, musical crack that settles in your veins
Embezzle's get sold, and sizzles your beautiful brain
The Reverend Burke will maintain, even though he insane
And he'll spit flames and lick shots off like Jesse James
I feel the pain like I'm locked in a chain gang
And bang on the railroad frame so you can ride the train

"Who is, the man?" - sample

[Chorus 2X: Reverend William Burke]
I sold all my money, gave away food when I was hungry
And prayed for enemies who didn't love me
But trust me, God appreciate it when you live humbely
Satan smile like it's funny, but buddy, Allah don't like ugly

"Who is, the man?" - sample

[Reverend William Burke]
Bust back and clap, or get ya wig cracked, in fact
We all strapped with macs, but still scrap, cuz it's like that
So put the gat down, nah Jack, put yours on the ground first, reverse the attack
In combat, we don't back down, the Chi is that town
Where them girls hit the track and make stacks pound
Even cops get slap 'round, get caught round
The wrong part of town, a wrong project building
It's elementary that eventually I'mma see the penetentiary
They picking off my family tree
We live an O.G., G's up, snitches down lifestyle
Gambino gangstas who keep a low profile

"Who is, the man?" - sample

[Chorus 2X]

"Who is, the man?" - sample

"Who is, the man?" - sample

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(Feat. GZA)

[Big Daddy Kane]
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo Afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo
Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-
Bound to grasp, Samurai, on what they call each other
Erasing all errors, get worked to pall bearers
I'm talking caskets, coffins, I'm the bastard swordsman
That cause the loss of massing organs
Fear factor, here after, disaster
Climb like the stairmaster, coming through, clear a path of
The raw aggression, that'll take your best on
You start talking tephlon, then you switch to Revlon
Nigga, choose ya weapon, hope you got your vest on
Talking Superman shit, when you ain't got ya S on?
Heh, get ahead of who never, your skills too technical
Leave nothing left for you, but residue, the state of vegetable
The mad swagger, do flaunt it, my dick and you want it
Only question now, is "nigga, who want it?"
Cause once trouble said (like that) trouble dead
Boy, don't make me have to pull out this double edge
A rap pro, do a show, good to go, also
Cameo Afro, Virgo, domino, I go Rambo
Gigolo, Romeo, Friday night spend money on a ho-
Tel, to get a good night's sleep, I'm keeping in step
Do I come off? Yup

[GZA]
My sword crash through your breastplate, splash the blood on your scared face
Drops leave your trail in the snow, showing the clear trace
Behind a punctured steel, they bodies rot
Arm and leg missing, head laying near the chopping block
An experience, that shattered ya spine, break spirits
Same shit that fucks with ya mind, you hate to hear it, nigga
Def man world is silent, he hears nothing
But we punish those who play dumb, years bluffing
Floods and bloodbaths, up on elevator shafts
Many rivers choke and body will float it like raft
Spark wires from auto-fire, verbal and slang with gats
Screws filled with casualties, wherever the tanks was at
Conflict iminent, prelimenary attack
Everyone's a target, so cemitaries are packed
A solid nigga, drink liquids and gas you up
Hit you with a stupid flying drug, then pass ya cup

[Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang]
Why, you trying to test me swordplay, when I'm sharp in every way
This life I live, I'll do it, all by myself

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Take Sword Pt. I - Berretta 9

[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come 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 trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I leave you ducks in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
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 shit
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 fucking sick, nigga, learn, baby, learn
I got Milwaukee chicks like Shirley and Laverne
They bite ya dick off, after swallowing your sperm
And slice ya fucking 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 trump tight, you better go home, and cuddle, boy
I put your head in a puddle, buried under cuz of rubble
Turn your body, to sparks and stubbles
Frickles and fragles, nigga, get too fragile
Pump the fuck 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 B9 squeezing and game is locked, a run upon
Thinking that you were the shit, nah, that's once upon
I doubt my run 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 pussy to split
And then we back like crack, nigga, 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.

[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come 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"

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Take Sword Pt.II - 60 Seconds

[Intro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample (60 Second Assassin, True Master)]
(Black Samurai)
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
(Everybody let your head take control)
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
(If you are natural)
"Take the sword!"
(Everybody let your head take control
(If you are natural)

[60 Second Assassin]
Black Samurai, land of the Wu
True are these lyrics for a Mars bar
Biochemical, fury! You get thrown in the maze
Of court and jury, the psycopath, chief of the war cloud
Warpath, whoopin' up his ass
Hold up his world like Atlas
In-car-nating, styles, you can call the death trials!
Don't, but not flinch from the eyelines
Sick, the crack of the smile, I might play wild child
Enter the stands of a bound, because you found
You should be, stripped of your gown
Mutilated, maned, shipped out, what the fuck, you don' tripped out
Miscount, 60 Sec., account the amount
You seem to lost, your whereabout, there about
A year to mount roundhouse, heavy second stakeout
Try to break out, and get knocked about
Fifty-two blocks on the house, figured, no action and all mouth
Now watch me put on this show like Paramount
Disfigure your aura like sourcrout
You want beef? You want war, where we go to? The mountains
Hurt with rhymes that'll cripple you, beyond dispicable
Uncurable, once you exit in the realm of the fictional
Or should I say death, cuz rhymes should of been kept
Chopping necks, Black Samurai...
Yeah, home of the ruckus, Black Samurai

[True Master]
Yo, Black Samurai, I'm God, a man awakening in the night
Out of darkness, I see a flicker of light
Last is first, no, first is last
Long believed in, I am a thought that came to pass
I am a Black Man, as you are me
I feel a change coming, I see things others do not see
We incourage each other with words that's bred
And annoint the heads of the now mentally dead
We are heading home, the wicked soon'll be crushed
I am air, I am flame, I am water, I am dust
My thoughts flicker, blow a moment, then catch a fire
As I elevate myself, higher and higher
An since knowledge of myself is truly known
My foundation is like that of the most solid stone
I come forth by day with the new way
A new way which is really the same as the old way
Come and get going as I first became
Cuz father and son, one in the same
Know yourself, you will soon understand
That who you are indeed, is the original man
Black Samurai, we never die, the third eye
Shining bright in the light, ride through the night
Check it out

[Outro: "Shaolin Vs. Wu-Tang" sample (60 Second Assassin, True Master)]
"Take the sword"
"The sword?"
"Come on, give me the sword"
"Huh?"
(Everybody let your head take control)
(If you are natural)
"Heh, you Wu-Tang are never gonna win"
"My lord, don't be afraid of the Wu-Tang techniques"
"Take the sword!"

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Fury In My Eyes / Revenge - RZA

(Feat. Thea)

[Chorus: Thea]
Oh whoa, these tears that I've had
They here, have no, word
Then roll, each time each pain
I fell insane

[RZA]
Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
Escape death to become immortalized
Afro on my head, the black Samurai
Number One, I bring a whole nation alive
I'm the leader of the Clan, you can tell from the headband
Spirit of God, become one inside man
Except all challengers, leave 'em in bandages
Sword won't ceist til my enemy vanishes

[Chorus II: Thea]
And so your tables have turned
Only now with you and I've burned
Were these sweet memories?
In the rain

[RZA]
Yo, I'm the master of disaster, no one swing a sword faster
I warned you, the'll be tears after the laughter
Now I'm 30 years, after the rapture
War blood will be spilt, we start a new chapter
Fury in my eyes, sword on my side
Afro on my head, I'm a black Samurai
Number One, I bring my whole nation alive
Escape death, to become immortalized

[Chorus]

[Chorus II]

[RZA]
Yo, yo, dogs out to chase these cats, in the jungle
Rats wanna snatch that cheese, in the jungle
Bears want honey from bees, in the jungle
Birds wanna nest in the trees, in the jungle
Squirrels try'nna catch a nut, in this jungle
Pigs wild around in the muds, in this jungle
Lions on the hunt for the beef, in these jungles
Hyena roll around thirty deep, in these jungles
Try'nna snatch ice from the penguins, while I'm stingling
I see shorty wop, she got those ill rings jingling
They jingling, baby, I heard Ringling
Barnum & Bailey was in this place, shit is crazy
What's a man to do in this jungle?
Live life on the hunt full, in the jungle
When hamsters come and try to snatch a crumb from you
What a man 'pose to do, in this jungle?
If you can talk to animals in this jungle
Would you allow the slouth to come amongst you
Would you break bread, or instead
Get the thirty-thirty scope and put one in your head
Put one in the head...

[Chorus II]

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Insomnia - RZA

[Chorus: girl (RZA)]
Bobby, come on baby
Let's lay down and let's get some sleep (Word)
Bobby.. come here baby
Lay down, let's get some sleep

[RZA]
I can't sleep like a child on Christmas Eve
Like a tender head girl in a shop gettin' a weave
Like a woman in labor about to produce the seed
Or Method Man with PlayStation and an ounce of weed
Some say it's hard to distinguish, my form of broken English
when spoke, the light I provide it cannot be extinguished
Or eclipsed by a 1000 moons, I stay in tune
And praise the Most High past the day of their doom
I squeeze black rubber grip 22 D's on the rims
Squeal out, leavin' black rubber skids, other kids
Couldn't match to the old Pistol Pete Rock, beast stop
The heat pops, you better get your mother kid
This is Bad News Bears, like Eddie Munster
I keep a dragon under my stairs
Plus a gun in my hat, ain't no runnin' from that
Ain't no runnin' with that pack
The poison apple, dunn, I crush Kings

[Chorus]

[RZA]
One two, yo, 280 grains of gun powder stuffed inside the cartridge
Split ya wig, drive you off the Gotham's Bridge
Wild like a finger of Hercura
Scholastic type brain like Aken Handsurdera
I've got wolves that'll murder ya for a veggie burner
Spaghetti heads, meet the heavy burner
I put a oodle up in ya noodle
Then I head to the dread spot for a bag of that doodoo
Black photographic, I don't know no magic
But I know how to hold a full automatic
Add a nickel to it son if you have to add it
Better make sure ya kevlaar is steel padded
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've got beaucoup cess
Get beaucoup from best bitches plus I shoot through vests
Drive Fast Cars, crash bars at 5 AM
Stash jars of hash inside the backyard

[Chorus]

So Fly - RZA

(Feat. C.C.F. Division)

[RZA]
Yo, yo, back on the track
Bound to make your neck snap
Like riding the Scream Machine with no seat strap
Bob, bitch, hot throb, bitch
Get on your job, bitch, suck my knob, bitch
And get the fuck out my face
I ain't got no time and I ain't got no space
I pop again until you're finished
I'm charged up like Popeye and two cans of spinach
Laid out in a beach in Venice
Bitches all up in my grill like the dentist
Talking "Bobby, when we're gon' party?"
Big ass hoes with the pussy hair notty
Smoke until the throat get groggy
Fucking all night til the mirror go foggy
Cute cat like Heathcliff, I speak with the speech
Three gift, ginseng keep the meat stiff
If you wanna take a sniff or a whiff, bitch
Bow down, get the fuck on your knees
And just don't squeeze my nuts too hard
I won't slap your butt too hard
But let me just fuck you hard
Hard, hard --- listen

[Chorus: Free Murda]
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
When you know you a freak on the inside
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
See them rims, rotating on that G5
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night

[ShaCronz]
You can catch Crizzy with a bad freak
We got hoes that take care of us, my team's spoiled like bad meat
We rotten like bad teeth, roll with mad heat
TV's in the rearview, with armored glass seats
If I like your butt, means I like the cut
Weight on triple beams, bitch price is up
Fight the rush, on sight, we like to bust
Steel, hype as fuck, team nice as fuck, what?

[RZA]
I bring catarack on forty feet back
And I bang rap beats over 43 tracks
Wu-Wear fleece and a Gucci lenin
Get drunk with the cops, fucking police women
Playing poker with the squadron sergeant
Get free food and clothes, muthafuck the bargain
The black ghetto prince, leave no metal print
Get put through the hood on the back of an elephant
Police escort, gat in the JanSport
Napsack, plus I just left court
And I was late for that court date
Because I was up all night fucking Strawberry Shortcake
Bad Power Rule from out of Pelon
Who had the pink & blue panties, do like the neon
Lights, the free on ice, the ebon' life
Clothes drop like one blow from the Leon fight, listen

[Chorus]

[Outro: Free Murda]
So fly, on the inside
So fly, on that G5
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
You a dime, fat ass and them thick thighs
Ma, stop acting like you so fly
I'm trynna do nice things for the whole night

We All We Got - RZA

(Feat. Black Knights)

[Intro: girl (RZA)]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)
(We all that we got, we all that we got)
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi (we all that we got, we all that we got)

[RZA]
Aiyo, we keep these wizzes in the lab, held down like hostages
Dime pieces, deep throat like ostriches
I'm vegetarian, don't eat swine sausages
You defeat the Killa Beez? Don't be proposterous

[Crisis]
Bobby, steal the show, let 'em know who got the shit

[RZA]
Zu, muthafucka, Wu, (yeah), we got this shit

[girl]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi

[RZA]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity
Yeah, shells all in my clip, wizzes all on my dick
Leather wood, on the whip, rubbergrips on four fifths
Escape from jakes, if I'm traced, more paper to make
My team form the C.R.E.A.M., we exchange it for cake
Cherries on the top, I grind for the gwop
I'm grot, then I shine, then I rise to the top
Roll, with flurries of cops, money bulging in my socks
Loving my block, cuz we all that we got, got
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi
Oh yeah, ya'll know who is he, ya'll keep these wizzes dizzy

[girl & Monk]
Bobby Bobby Bobby, Digi Digi Digi

[RZA]
E-lectricity, e-lectricity

[Chorus 2X: Crisis, Monk]
I love my hood and my block, cuz it's all that we got
On the grind for this gwop, give it all that we got

Glorious Day - RZA

(Feat. Dexter Wiggles)

[Chorus: Dexter Wiggles]
I thought I'd never, see the sun
I thought it never shine again
Then the sun came, back round again
Since you came in my life and then
Like there was no clouds, stand on water
Glory came to shine again
It's a glorious dayyyyyyyyyyy

[RZA]
Yo, they say great minds think alike, we used to drink all night
Think about things that's wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold bottles of brass, and time flashes
A hundred blunts passes, before the God askes
What's the square miles of the planet, why is the axis slanted?
How much is covered by water, how much is granite?
Every second is the past, every second is the future
Every second is the present, how long does it last?
True I Master Equality, God Body be
Flowing like the Chi energy, inside your arterries
Hand design jewels and rhymes, like fine potery
Even if you went ten time platinum and struck lottery
All the material that you gain in this world
Wouldn't match the price of a snowflake in hell
Bobby, did it all, boy, before you was born
Ya'll front like ya'll thugs, but ya'll niggas be pawn

[Chorus]

[RZA]
Whether million or billion, or trillion, or quadrillion
Or quintillion, or even six sextillion
We still be building, revealing the truth
All the knowledge that these devils be concealing, it wont stop til
Every soul is killed, then, and healed then
Opressed by the pen, serve the clip, angel wings
Only to be awoken by a Killa Bee sting
Injected with the venom of truth, I defend the youth
The black choppers, I spot 'em through the circle
Go 'head, bust my whip, snake, my shit is gun proof
But the darkest spot in your mind's not sunproof
Here comes the proof, son, we present the proof

[Chorus 2X]

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