[Intro: movie sample] 
When I request my flashing sword.. 
And my hand take hold on judgment.. 
I will take vengeance upon my enemies.. 
And I will repay those that hazed me.. 

[Chorus: GZA] 
When you got bass all in your face 
Sub woofers pumpin' all throughout the place 
A fake rap nigga tryna plead his case 
It's about to be, a catastrophe 
And if you got beehive's, right before your eyes 
About to start shit that'll attract the flies 
And then you hear lies, followed by some cries 
It's about to be, a catastrophe 

[GZA] 
Half of these rap lyrics ain't thoughts prevoked 
Just alotta beef, til they get caught in smoke 
But the problem is never cured, on top of that 
Most of them be swingin' wild and then drop the bat 
Many curious spectators, watch the human drama 
This rap cat was all in the street without his armor 
A homicidal attempt, that had failed 
He flew off the roof, on the fence, got impaled 
He talked a good one, but it was make believe 
Much too low, for the human ear to perceive 
He confused science fiction with science facts 
He couldn't separate the block, from the recorded tracks 
Need a rhyme or the tactic, gotta work your magic 
Detailed and graphic, but the outcome is tragic 
Something built to a complex network 
With a panoramic vision, designed by experts 
I be the ice breaker, for you unskilled skaters 
I increase the heat significantly, just on paper 

[Chorus] 

[GZA] 
No matter what, I'm throwin' an iller dart 
I can lay a verse, that'll soften a killer's heart 
As fire as a five alarm blaze, that's too hot to be holding 
You feel the heat, once the flame pumps lace your clothing 
What some talk about, had little or no bearing 
Could the next be some real shit, that's far from comparing 
Materialistic M.C.'s, come off boring 
Meanwhile, I be sketching up, deposit drawings 
Through the years, a countless, number of victories 
Changing the era, we swarm unpredictably 
A rhyme book is not, difficult to manage 
I leave a mic in a bandage, from catastrophic damage 
Rap niggaz on a trip, gotta steal your sandwich 
So I creeped, division reports was left on canvas 
I made it through the worst extremes of cold weather 
Scuffed up, but remained durable as old leather 
But I hold the pen, you feel the whiff of Polo wind 
Something like Jesus, when he civilize older men 
The math that shed light, all across the borders 
If our wisdom was the vast expands of fresh waters 

[Chorus] 

[Outro: GZA (chess sample)] 
We call it a sword style, because, we are lyrical assassins 
And we aware that the tongue is symbolic to the sword 
The lyrical assassins... the lyrical assassins... a sword style... 
(The procedure is, check with the knight 
Move the knight away to deliver a discovered check from the queen 
Then, sacrifice the queen to force the rook next to the king 
Then mate with the knight)