Hanzo on Hanzo Forth - Dan Bull

I’m a Hanzo main

I’m a Hanzo main

I’m a Hanzo main

Got no mates, I’m a Hanzo main

(Hanzo)

If you stay seated by the river patiently

The bloated bodies of your enemies will float toward the waiting sea

Don’t believe it?

Wait and see

Learn to seperate haste and speed

And you will take the lead with graceful ease

Strive for perfection in the art of deception

With every death comes honor, with honor, redemption

When he strikes at the heart, his arrow’s finding its mark

Truly, true mastery is the highest of arts

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

Oh, he sees that which is unseen

Umpteen hits on anyone deemed unclean (you)

His aim’s as straight as a sunbeam

Concealing his footsteps underneath the drum beat (boom)

You’ve been marked by the dragon

Can’t blame the wires when your heart and mind are laggin'

Arteries are pumping hard by the gallon

Synapses fire like you can’t quite imagine

Can’t rely on spammin' arrows, part time assassin

Target ice and fire like some dark kind of cannon

Marks cannot hide from he who sees through dragon’s eyes

Irises and spyglasses are made of the same matter inside

Harnessing simple geometry

To bring his kill count to ridiculous quantities

Now bodies each side are lying horizontally among the leaves

It’s time for some Sakuramochi and a nice hot pot of tea

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

A lethal bowman, although some say he’s a showman

But he could shoot you through a whole length of a road that’s Roman

He’d need a moment to grieve and heed the omen

There’s a reason that he chose to leave his family clan to join the Creed of

Ronin

People know what brothers are like, bickering and quibbling

But it takes a certain kind of special dedication to kill a sibling

Well, Hanzo had to go and do exactly that

And never fully came to terms with that bastard act

Regretted every day, unsatisfied

By the fact that fratricide left a stain through his resume

And no matter what he said or did to repent and pray

He could never take the blemishes away

Like you, when you’ve been marked by the dragon

Arrow tips split your heart like an atom, look

Sabre toothed tigers never lose sight when the noose tightens, they move silent

Through the moonlight, not too inclined to inquire as to whose side

Are you fighting, should you find this too exciting, I do advise

Keep glued tight to your loose items, I’m rapping-that-fast-that-I-use-hyphens

Better patent that patter in a pattern

As a new type of deep rhyming

Wanna beat it?

Huh, please do keep trying

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

Hanzo, the man bow, samurai commando

Dragonstrike arrows, still life like a Van Gogh

From Kyoto to Tokyo, bringing mojo to the dojo

Raised up as the youngest of heroes, another son of Shojiro

Hanzo (I'm a Hanzo main)

The man bow (I'm a Hanzo main)

Samurai (I'm a Hanzo main)

Commando (Got no mates, I’m a Hanzo main)

Samurai (I'm a Hanzo main)

Commando (I'm a Hanzo main)

The man bow (I'm a Hanzo main)

(Got no mates, I’m a Hanzo main)