Prodigal Sunn - K.F.F. (Kung Fu Fighting) 2000 lyrics

[Hook: GZA] Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya [GZA] Yea, anotha Wu Banga, strangler Y'all better watch for these swords as they swing Cause you know we ain't playing, son Worldwide, Japan, check it out.. {*imitating the beat*} Attack the track like a suicidal bomber Lyrical a**ault from experienced rhymer n***as sleep, end up dead in a recliner Witness forget, enforce the Alzheimer Flying kicks and numbchuck sticks I speak a verse and break bricks I throw the first blow Reach out, steal ya heart on the low Infectious beats laid down by Nigo Seven GrandMasters had 5 Deadly Venomz Metal darts hit the body, then explode in 'em I swing the gold chain, my whole name is slang Crack the window pane, shots stain ya brain [Hook 4X: GZA] Enter the Chamber, watch for the danger Don't trust a stranger, my weapons'll bang ya [Prodigal Sunn] Yo, yo.. In these black streets some pack heat, I stash Shieks My heartbeat is like stone, steal and concrete Mental athlete, I smack defeat, crack cheeks Front and scream in peace, we leave ya whole click deceased In break bread with Shinobi, Isreal the Golden Shield Shaleek, Jah Shameek, I conversate with Iron Shiek King Masada, they never ever win, the Godfather Worldly author, visual rapper, the Pearl Harbor Superficial lava, I burnt the City of Gomorrah Through a life of horror, I spoke the tongue of a lawyer My holy aura generates the blood of the Tora And if you out of order you can't escape from my slaughter I turn steam into water, ask ya crew about the shot-caller Legendary, human brawler, brawler, brawler.. [Hook] [GZA] You know what I see? Potential.. Check, check, check, check it, check.. Check, check, check.. I see guerillas in the mist With bathing apes, within an eclipse Carriers of hip-hop tapes, ripping in a milk-crate Athletic MC's, do tracks around the lap, still sting like the Bees While the gates'll rip the tea-house up in the tree-house You walk around the trap, bisect like a free mouse My Wu-Tang logo on the back of a kimono Beat played in the background, on the phono My Kung Fu, be the tough Wu Look for the dragons when they come through On the manual, the title's in Boston caligraphy I swing the sword, heads rolling respectively [Hook 4X] [Outro: Prodigal Sunn *during Hook*] Enter the Chamber, Enter the Chamber Enter the Chamber, Chamber Enter the Chamber Enter the Chamber Walk these dogs, moving with Allah