| Song | Samurai Showdown |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Ghost Dog: The Way of the Samurai |
| 作词 : | |
| (Intro: The RZA) | |
| 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 <x2>) | |
| 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 | |
| Blows connect like opposite sides of magnets | |
| Steel fragments bein chipped off a slinging 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 <x5> 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 consealed 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 bullets like jelly beans | |
| Birds in my nest restin up,on the telly scene murderous rap track to me, is legal 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) (Instrumental to end .... |
| zuò cí : | |
| Intro: The RZA | |
| 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 x2 | |
| 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 | |
| Blows connect like opposite sides of magnets | |
| Steel fragments bein chipped off a slinging 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 x5 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 consealed in | |
| We attack, full fledge with | |
| Chicago Bull red bandanas tied tight around our heads | |
| Swing with the force of a sledge | |
| Singleedge 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 bullets like jelly beans | |
| Birds in my nest restin up, on the telly scene murderous rap track to me, is legal 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 Instrumental to end .... |