RZA - Combat
The legendary number one headband.
It’s promise is power, omnipotence.
Immortality, but at what cost?
One that is greater than any man can imagine.
And heavier than any man can bare.
No soul who has ever wore it’s tattered grace.
Has ever escaped the torment of it’s infinite burden.
So many times I had sneak up on them quicker.
With my finger on the trigger, like.
Like I’m pulling out my sword.
This is combat, man, this is war. (Afro!)
Brain stained with the harbor,
sword stained with the blood of martyrs.
Revenge is a never ending story, Afro’s the author.
Trying to bother, the bare site of my father.
So I’m living today, like there’s tomorrow.
Sword, inside my sheet, my heart is filled with beef.
For all the dead souls, that I chopped into piece.
Return, of the Afro sheen, fatal mean guillotine.
Sword in my hand, I want the number one headband