Live From Tokyo

Lyrics

[Luckyiam.PSC] Motion sensors, we the answer Answering when I'm addressing Testing That's a no-no Over-confident when I'm in session MURS and Seven Lucky I Acey l-o-n-e Speaking Tightest North Americans Arrogant to weaklings I'm a bad dude and a great guy And I don't lie to the homies When I spot the ***** I'm on top And rarely ever lonely Only knowing what they show me 'Cuz I never really trust 'em I'm accustomed to the pampering Promoters Slide through customs To speak upon you MCs is discussions about nothing I mean giving you that pub Is like publicists for nothing And that don't happen When I'm rapping keep your trap shut And don't act up and don't act tough Lucky nigga always calls your bluff, bitch [Slug] I feel like half of a man all in this foreign land Living half of my life out of a touring van Half a scam in my pocket Half-cocked ready to rock it And half of these fans probably wish that I would stop it Slug's too emotional, too personal with vocals No room to be hopeful with a spoonful of chokeholds Hold the issues, whether or not you like That's the rhythm of my life until you bitches drop your mics Tight ropes, watch your step My quotes, keep 'em wet High low, no spot to sit Just wanna breathe and be content Stuck in the middle of a scream and a giggle I dream in watercolor Wake up to paint up the riddles As little as you stand for, as much as you speak I can't believe the answers you keep Between your cheeks Tell you what Just keep that fat hole in your face shut Wait for us to give the word And when it comes, raise up [Aceyalone] In the land of Japan, but I'm not Japanese I'm Nigganese and I out-rap MCs, so nigga please Don't give me no static, I'm a-u-t-o-matic I rearrange and change the course of the force every time I spat it Mon dai nai, one day I Could say I rocked in every place that's underneath these skies And these guys that I'm with They really don't take no shit This skill'll hit you in yo dome just like a judo kick Trains, planes, automobiles and skills It's hard to count the mass amount of all these caps I peeled All these raps I build All these tracks I killed No fancy shmancy frills, life is fucking real Tell it to your homeboys Your homegirls and your cousins We does what they doesn't CDs by the dozens And one day you gon' recognize Until then you will sleep Shit is deep Now take this song as something you can keep [Murs] What if I spot you, stop you, dropped and mopped you Throw you in the corner and Rick Flair chop you Like the Nature Boy While you more like a little ass geisha boy A replacement toy to my Buzz Lightyear: Space Ranger I place anger Deep within a sequence of events To make you relinquish your common sense I'm intense like a handful of flavor crystals The shit I spit hits so close to home Just like your neighbor's pistol, aim and whistle A soliloquy You enemies No sympathy When I exert my energy It's like there was ten of me And one of you What you gonna do I get down Rip now Quick now Spit rounds Right in front of you Acey just blew your wig back Now imagine when I'm running through When gunning you with word play "MURS ain't as tight as he used to be" I could give a fuck what them nerds say I heard they love the cock Like Silent Bob A violent mob A one-man gang that's on the job I'll clobber you I'll bash you Thrash you I'm rad The one who fucked your sister Put a fist up to your dad and Know it makes you mad This fun that I'm having These mics that I'm grabbing