I’m the type of brother that would write about nothing
Just spit what I spit just to spit something
Make up any simile, just so you feeling me
Like I was Freddy in ya sleep on a killing spree
There’s no remedy for my sickness, no healing me
No human possibility, to stop this ill in me
don’t start no shit won’t be no shit!
Oh shit, but no shits leads to no holy shit(pause)
Sike no, let me ripp a hole in this
This track to phat to know some 0s of it
Something like a radar glitch, you can’t see me at all
My skills “Sir pass you”, like Queen Latifa eating ya’ll
To the trash ya’ll!! Come on and dig out
Reload ya bars, this is were ya’ll should pig out
Can’t step to me, my zone needs no elevation
Smoke a nick wit me, then you’ll see my vision of Asians
I’m straight mental, come at you with a block buster rental
Spit it fast or slow down the tempo
For the bhuddist temple, no heaven I seek
I’d rather live a life in rewind, or just in repeat
Reincarnated to my nation
For those who know me, tell these mutha fuckas how I love being asian
