The Samurhyme Lyrics - Shomori Pass

Chorus 

Way of the Samurhyme 

My mic is my blade 

My Bushido flow 

Is the warrior's way 

Execute brutes with my mic 

And wordplay 

Way of the Samurhyme 

'Til my end of days 

Verse 1 

When my mic is seen 

It means I unsheathe the beast 

Reminiscent of fire breathing 

Dragons with my speech 

Train everyday so my brain 

Can't lose to the weak 

Confident, power of belief 

Like Zeus to the Greeks 

I assassinate a verse 

Defend the chorus with katanas 

Hits like a hundred violent hands 

From E-Honda 

A crouching uppercut by Jin 

Directly to the chin 

It's hard to reason with the 

demons I harbor within 

I got to be patient 

Learn to control my ego 

Throw my opponents off 

Like the teachings of Aikido 

No matter how much I want 

to draw blood like mosquitoes 

Cause I represent my clan 

And stand for my people 

It's just my flow's been known 

To injure foes 

Hearing it is like watching 

The violent half of Ninja Scrolls 

I got to find Zen 

My inner peace must grow 

Before I take he enemy out 

About twenty in a row 

Chorus 

Way of the Samurhyme 

My mic is my blade 

My Bushido flow 

Is the warrior's way 

Execute brutes with my mic 

And wordplay 

Way of the Samurhyme 

'Til my end of days 

Sixteen bars I'm flowing 

Equals forty-seven Ronin 

M.C.'S that hear it get their spirit 

Severely broken 

Don't take it personal 

I don't put in any emotion 

I just beat you with bars 

As if something was stolen 

Every ryu of jujitsu 

When what I spit hits you 

What I bust a fatal touch 

Through your tissues 

Kyujitsu the lips of death 

reach out and kiss you 

Do 't you dare flow my verbal 

Arrow won't miss you 

Study styles from various arts 

Just to tear enemies apart 

My mic is sharp it can pierce 

you right through he heart 

Pull out my bow and flow 

A bulls eye on the mark 

With my eyes closed 

exposed To the dark 

Like kois swimming with Sharks 

Boys walking with lions 

Is the comparison they mention 

Every time that I'm rhyming 

They like a bunch of babies crying 

A few kids whining 

No science go big like giants 

Until the day that I'm dying