Wing Chun

Lyrics

[Intro] Judging by you, your old man's Kung Fu stinks [Verse 1] And you could never flip through my folder, spit high or sober Him shine to solar, quick time reloader [Hook] Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun [Verse 1, continued] The humble, the body and the cranium of Zeus Here to tussle, my body be the stadium to prove I'm the muscle, bring it back to bashing brutal p-punishment Rebuttal by anybody wanna battle with the brother, pimpin' Beg to differ, prolific, FRO gifted with the coalition Go listen to the culture king, close to commence with a closed up fist I'm - the other dimension I travel, unravel utter suspicion I handle with a cut up against the Commando that I'm runnin' against My hobby is to fight, to calm me, kindly the kill the tumor I got a body type like Tommy Tiny Lister Jr Pen bury in cost, get scary when pissed off Visionary master write up Glengarry Glen Ross I'm Jack Lemmon, and Al Pacino Rap legend, I'm out to be tho That reverend out to speak tho List of niggas I'm out to Deebo (Hook 2x) Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun Son stop snoozing, FRO's on the rise Blood starts oozing, those won't survive [Verse 2] I'm the Kingpin, Black and Mexican Vincent D'Onofrio The deep end, back to the depths again, Godzilla Minus One The prelims, passin' through, after a few I have to destroy No pre-tend, have to use the wrath that I fuse to go and employ The peace within, but unlock me, the weapon, got the rage I got to Keep within, no mo talkin', my profession is pain, you best to Breathe it in, blessed, and yes and so fresh, ever go flex, when I Compete with the pen, but eventually I get tired of braggadocio Know I'm not the average, cause FRO study true skill Music in my carriage, patrollin' up a new hill I promised all my passed ones, A-F-R-O podium president Poet, praying, and pulling my heart when I'm goin' (IN!) Talk to Papa proper, pop up upon pompous imposter Walk the apocalypse like I be Willy Wonka with the vodka on it When I'm on a mission, I be gettin' it ready, steadily, on a different melody A little bit of heavenly I be heavily, ahead of everybody With a full head of FRO, ring the alarm, better be known, I keep them [Hook 2x] Keep spots heavy, many minds ring numb He drop deadly every time, Wing Chun Son stop snoozing, FRO's on the rise Blood starts oozing, those won't survive (Me killin' nobody like you Could ruin that good reputation of mine) (Crawl!) Wing Chun (Shithead! Piss off!)