| Song | Take Sword, Pt. 1 |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Afro Samurai |
| 作曲 : Diggs | |
| 作词 : Cuffie, Harris | |
| "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" |
| zuò qǔ : Diggs | |
| zuò cí : Cuffie, Harris | |
| " Take the sword" | |
| " The sword?" | |
| " Come on, give me the sword" | |
| " Huh?" | |
| " Heh, you WuTang are never gonna win" | |
| " My lord, don' t be afraid of the WuTang 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 twoshot 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. WuTang" sample | |
| " Take the sword" | |
| " The sword?" | |
| " Come on, give me the sword" | |
| " Huh?" | |
| " Heh, you WuTang are never gonna win" | |
| " My lord, don' t be afraid of the WuTang techniques" |