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Chanbara
02:35
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Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That’s the sound of clashing katanas
Start from tatara, ironsand harvested from the riverbed
Melted into carbon-infused tama hagane
Burning in the furnace for three days straight
Then folded and hammered, repeatedly
No impurities, sharpened with impunity
‘Cause if it ever touches your flesh
It peels on both sides of the edge
So clean it might heal
If putback together right away
Unless you wanna bleed til the end go right ahead
Your wife and kid will wake up to a wrong kind of mourning
This sword is known to make orphans s
No wolf just cub left in the wilderness
It’s awful but I’ll wait for his bitterness
To come and avenge for his father’s death
Keep an eye on my farthest threat
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That’s the sound of clashing katanas
The wave pattern along the blade is the clay
Heated and cooled to a hard martensite
Say, in a battle if the sword were to snap in twine,
Bad news for your spine that’s why
My build is far superior
The heart soft and flexible
But the skin tough and durable
The combination is the genius
Behind the fiercest forged weapon ever known to man
Damn but the one with the thumb on the handle
Must learn to stay calm and stand like a candle
In a storm looming that’s guaranteed to
Take many forms and attack from all angles
The shadow men, coming out the woodwork
So adamant I don’t get it, like clockwork
There’s no good or evil, only strong or feeble
If we both live, see you in the sequel
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
Chanbara chan chan bara bara
That’s the sound of clashing katanas
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Summons
02:44
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You never seen it coming
The spirits that we summon
The bugs are tripping, the birds are humming
Going nuts like almond, the earth is drumming
Tree barks are burning, red hot like oven
Now tell me
You know the lowest of the lawless
Their eyes house the godless
Run the gauntlet with execution so flawless
And leave ’em pitted like olives
Cross ’em up, diagonals, rows and columns
We got problems all around every o’clock
Short handed but ready to give whatever we got
Back to back, stacks of black masks en masse
Coming to dinner
Guess who will greet with iron sinners
The dark force is strong to break the bond
The virus thrive in chaos, savants recognize this
The payoff is gone by dawn
Betrayal is the price of kindness, be warned
The way wizards wield the wand
Radio silence is felt, palpable to tight palms
No grace left to weigh an ounce of qualms
Squash with the blade dome split like wontons
You never seen it coming
The spirits that we summon
The bugs are tripping, the birds are humming
Going nuts like almond, the earth is drumming
Tree barks are burning, red hot like oven
Now tell me
Tree barks are burning, red hot like oven
Now tell me
Collab in the labyrinth, cooking up concoctions
Unavailable in auctions
Uncharted areas proceed with caution
Too late to backtrack now, smoke and arson
Clues evident, revving in the wind
Hear the hovering, closing in the cabin on the rim
The crater was a large bowl the size of a village
Indicative of the impact and the pillage of lives
Painted vivid in the eyes in the divots
Exhibit A a helmet, melted with the rivets
This type of weaponry, designed to be exemplary
No witnesses left and charred to collective memory
Heightened sensory overrides the protocol
Calling audibles dropping all types of quotables
Lve by the sword keep the code waterproof
Die a thousand deaths remain honorable
You never seen us coming,
The spirits that we summon
The bugs are tripping, the birds are humming
Going nuts like almond, the earth is drumming
Tree barks are burning, red hot like oven
Now tell me
Tree barks are burning, red hot like oven
Now tell me
We are the ones
We are the ones
We are the ones
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for
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