kungfoo keni

Samurai, an elite class of warriors, well trained and highly skilled in the arts of sword swinging, loyal to the code of honor Yo, a pro of martial arts spittin', lethal armed when these bars kick in Collective flow like water, you can tell that the gods with em Protect the souls that arise with em Perfect control of the chai in em, ain't no point in tryin' em Cuz he got ninjas who abide to him He got jinnin' who would ride for him, ginnin' who would die for him He got some samurais that slide for him, word is bond son Shaolin out a voucher for him Man, I'm bringin' kung fu back, tai chi, eight trigram palms, how I punch this track Can't leave a soul intact, sword swingin' where my pencil at Man, f*ck that shit, don't need no pen to rap This is the tale of a man who fell in love with the art Son, he learned how to bust them gats, couldn't f*ck with cats Kept a sword while his friends were strapped Cuz he would rather look a man in the eye than shoot a bitch in the back A true samurai swingin' like Jack, with five guys got us singin' like Jack The smooth criminal's back, better hide your gold, we don't move in a pack My lil' ninjas way too quick to react, with a mic you get jacked In that sunshine village, man, you know what we on In that southside village, niggas overreact, then leave a hole in your dome Your homies over here better know how to act I seen too many men's fate lie dead in a cone See me? I'ma put my faith in a scroll Sensei told Kay this shit is dangerous alone I seen ninjas kill ninjas, seen friends turn to foe Seen ninjas break their sacredest codes, makin' Satan turn cold F*ck that, I'd rather walk on my own Through the valley of the shadow of death with one goal To perfect every pattern and breath from my soul To become one of the best samurais once known Lyrically, stray swiping these heads with one flow I'm a one-man army, been training with two swords Rhyming while I'm fighting, my pencil is here for war Let my vocal chords boom with that Shaolin roar For the word of God is alive and active Sharper than any double-edged sword It penetrates even through the divine soul's When I leave the spot, they say peace, God Love from the street, Guys Never keep a gun, I'd rather bust out this peace sign South of the east side Rough riding felines will pounce on your back, so protect your behind Swarm you like a beehive Buzzing like a beehive Sting like a bitch, but flow like the seaside In the valley of the shadow of death, I know I'm divine With a breath more like the sword, I'm slicing straight through the tree lines Man, I'm bringing kung fu back My style flow free, but your style is whack That Shaolin freestyle sound is back Get you hooked like an ounce of crack One line'll make you double back With double bags and duffle bags Done dancing with the devil, I deduct the bad Ducking drama detach the drag Distribute the dividends daringly I decide to dab, deceive the dazzling rat A crotch shot hit you right in the D Where I'm from, in my village, it ain't fair when it's beef Master Splinter got caught by a bird with a B They say it's just part of the cycle, sound like murder to me Can't get caught up in this cycle, immortal technique Got my ninjas looking out when I sleep Yeah, yeah, yeah F*ck a cycle, immortal technique Got my samurai swinging for me What is born, son F*ck a cycle, immortal technique Got my martial arts flowing on beats You know to steal, old F*ck a cycle, my own mortal technique Got my Tai Chi channeling peace Yeah, yeah, yeah The misty night air began to clear It had poured each evening in his village For the spirits had grown angry But little did they know, he loved the rain Drenched in Shikigami disappointment he approached the demons As his dual katana scraped the dirt road The sound alone made the spirits hesitate For this was definitely not the same boy Who used to cower in the shadows