DRAGON STYLE (feat. MATCHA)

Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me? I came here tonight to play chess Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing Dragon fist (Yo, yo, yo, yo) Blowing up the spot, I kick rocks and get you jokers docked Locked and shot down, raw sounds from my glock resound Down the block, shoot my rounds, this the style I found Smithers, release the hounds, throw you in the dog pound Riot in the parking lot, police fire warning shots I’m with my dawgs, we don’t talk a lot, we just bark a lot Low profile, hope the feds don’t got us on their files Take into consideration all lives, that’s Meth-Tical This ain’t the ‘Shaolin vs. the Wu-Tang’, Generation Wavy bang Parents told me, “Don’t be talking with that slang” Shank you with a dirty knife, sucking out your life I was born to break heights, no this won’t suffice Introducing you to ‘VILLAINS, Part 2’ I’m killin’ rappers like it’s a cartoon using drawn nukes Wearing a dark suit, winning these lawsuits You’re in the deep water now like some shark food Yeah, I’m eating you lumpy chumps for lunch Eight course meal for the Wavy bunch This ain’t the Brady Bunch, I take your Asian bitch to brunch I’m Bruce Lee, I hit you with the one inch punch, line I don’t commit crimes, but after this verse I’ma get time I done worse, yeah got detention ‘bout nine times Shoutout to MATCHA, yeah the homie a ride or die Ayo, Matt, pick up the mic, it’s time to shine Dragon of the West, I’m Uncle Iroh sipping tea (Suu) Redirecting the lightning into writing And I’m out here spitting heat (Hi-ya) No rider for me See me riding the beat (Uh-huh) Singing high notes in key And I’m high-key a beast (Aye) If you ain’t tryna be beat (Nah) You can hide in the trees (What) My hide’s like a diamond, you can find me Eighty-one scales on my back, 여의주 in my teeth (Sheesh) I’ll eat you if there’s beef (Hah) Don’t go on and get your Dad involved This ain’t no Dragon Ball-Z, uh (Kamehameha) You don’t want to start a D-war Get flamed when I record Pull up on the squad, and I’ll make sure that you gon’ meet your Maker like the booth was made of C4 (Uh-huh) When I get on the road, I send these rappers on a detour (Tell ‘em) Me and Eddie got the Dragon Style (Yo, wassup) We the ones they ran to dial Other rappers laggin’ and land in piles of crap and bile (Bong, bong) We’re the ones that bag the Baos No cabana manakins, but I’ve been standing up While you just stan and smile (Uh) Yeah, stan and smile, I’ve been at it for awhile I chill with Buddha monks and the owls like I’m up in Shao This industry got many fouls, got me full of doubt How do I play this rigged game when my fans are out, uh? Goin’ all out like we went to Vegas We takin’ in the whole pot, that’s why the people all hate us Takin’ all our shots raw, we don’t need any chasers Mind just keeps racing on, maybe soon we’ll be famous Seven chambers, together they make the Dragon Balls Gonna grant some wishes, we boutta make the call Touring the world, sharpen our swords Give back to the poor, these artists really gotta do more As far as I can see, I’m the one who got the China heat I’m the one they tryna be, don’t need to hide in privacy Feel it in your feet, to understand me You need to die and reach ‘Cause homie, this gon’ be my dynasty