| Afro Samurai…
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| Blood…
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| It’s a family affair
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| It’s a family affair
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| Blood, is thicker than mud
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| Even gangstas and thugs’ll prove family love
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| It’s a family affair, no calamity there
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| It’s humanity share, who’s the rightful heir
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| With sword style so retarded, it leave enemies
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| Dearly departed, and we nearly cold hearted
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| But, down for the fam, mad rivers of blood
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| It started pouring on land, this be a warrior’s clan
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| Without a friend in the world, they find you in the end
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| But I’m loving my girl, cause she fight for the win
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| Will sport a sinister grin, when blowing smoke in the wind
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| Committing menacing sins, all in the name of the kin
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| With pinpoint precision and a 'fro's that’s wild
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| Cold razor sharp style again, we killing them down
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| Stay defending on ten, never depending on men
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| Living the samurai code from a hundred on in
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| Will keep blades even sharper than Hattori Hanzo
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| And be the last man standing after the last blow
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| Slice with one swipe and like a shovel, the gensu
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| And swarm like the Wu, when the planet come blitz you
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| A wise samurai who’s alibi is this high
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| Humble as a butterfly, but a killer inside
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| Strong family ties, will keep equality prize
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| Solidy rise, to each other, honestly we can fight
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| In tune on the attack, platoon up in the back
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| With room, taking no slack, we zoom in the format
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| Typhoons, kabooms, and full moons when we combat
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| Killas for contract, with ninjas and all that
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| And if you ain’t family, we barely gon' interact
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| Love is for kin folk, a bond is a killer’s pack
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| We strike too quickly for the enemies to react
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| Blood thick as mud, and a heart is a road map
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| Oh child, oh child, grows up be
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| Somebody, just a little blood
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| And ah, blood child, grows up to be
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| The one who just loves blood
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| My love, supposed to build, see it’s in the blood
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| Refuse to love, blood’s thicker than mud, just stand that |