Certified Samurai

Afro Samurai

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    [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

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    [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...

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