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Drunken Boxing f. Shynobi
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #4,921
Peak in subgenre #754
Author
Suspicious
Rights
2004
Uploaded
December 08, 2004
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MP3 5.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Shynobi: Yo, yo, Master plans, fast wit the hands Butter-up ya jam, glide like I hover over dams Skip a level, Shy play the game like Othello Who wanna piece, son? I rock more than heavy metal Hot devil, get the name right, or get ya brain sniped Aim greater than Danes, get popped on the same night Ya mush like ya porridge, I fire like a forest Bitch-ass suckas droppin' dead like they gorgeous I leave you curious like George is, yo it's the flawless I move like I'm cordless, ya swing but ya swordless Ya missed, I ziggity-zag zoom then I switch Change like the pitch, don't need much to feel rich Just a microphone, and a studio called home This style you can't clone, cause ya softer than foam This is pitbull, rap gorilla punch, sweet like vanilla Red bull charge, elephant stomp ya stone pillars Grim Reaper seeker for the microphone pleaser Bringin Down the House, but I ain't Queen Latifah I'm like a seizure, like the 12 Monkey fever A used heater, unexpected like a nose bleeder I carry MC's on my back like a camel Or riding horse back wit the Egyptian pharaoh Poison dart tips, you get filled wit a full clip Ya little punks stuck in my tank like the goldfish Camouflage green, I'm higher than the beam Get ya all addicted like smoking nicotine fiends Bring the drama, my gold-plated armour This Mark-city farmer, hidden in the bush like Osama My technique is ninja, samurai splinter Drunken snake fist, wit the camel foot injure Suspicious: Aiiyo, Chinese Connection, slanted-eye convention Discretion, martial of the arts for protection Confessions, life-long lessons, the blessins Listen to the sifu for elemental essence Suggestion, don't ever fuck wit my peoples Swords lethal, pierce the flesh like a needle through the heartbeat (ugh) Pressure points precise, paralyze movements solidified to ice Think twice, humble man Asiatic Drunken boxer, ancient style for the planet Grassroots of ginseng, planted fields of rice eatin' Chopsticks, powerful livid locksmiths With calligraphy, mastered the swift form Born efficiently, same style different beat To brutalize, from Bhudda monk to Shaolin The double S dynasty's about to begin, motherfuckers Shynobi: The drunken mobsters, the drunk get red like the lobster Drink the ocean drunk like the Lochness Monster Mind games wit Professor X, in a game of chess, stay 10 steps ahead of the best I rippity rip MCs to shreds like EFX Ya fucking wit a guillotine style boy, I'll chop off ya head Bring the cobras, my anti-venom keep that snake sober This is soldier, wish for that four leaf clover Flame throw, get ya sweating like a million dollar game show Double S, the only gold you'll find past that rainbow Climb like the Range Rov', or cruise like Corvette, Son, we leaving cats in Jeopardy like Alex Trebek We will beat yours, unorthodox like the sea horse The only mouse you catching is the one beside your keyboard Suspicious: I walk the roads that be lonely at times Watchin' friends that commit Babylonian crimes while I Be on the outside lookin' in tempted to touch And pity those that's dependent on dust My eyes a seen it all before, 45s raw, lines of cocaine Livin' skeletons and minds wit no brain I know the line is thin between good and evil But never realized the essence of the line itself could be lethal when you walk it Shit is awkward enough to make you crack and forfeit Like sellin' your soul on black market Now whose the buyer? Keep your ears near the grapevine We lightin' fires, conglomeration of great minds For world domination, like the Emancipation Proclamation We shock the nation with our combination Earth, Wind, and Fire - Rock, Paper, Scissors... I paint the sinner's portrait with verbal pictures Trust Suspicious, who lead the feeble minds and newborn Through the barren lands of the Yukon Type of shit'chu want, huh? Make me hafta bring the top notch Gorilla block equalize your 2
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