Nag Champa

Lyrics

[Chorus: Planet Asia] Yo, No weaponry shall prosper Or penetrate what I accomplish Peace to the conscious,  My true and living sponsors We block stompers Top [?], fucking mobsters Keep thinking that it's just frankincense and nag champas [Verse 2: Milano Constantine] Uh, I'm here with Evidence and Asia My decadence is major Fluorescent when I came in El Dorado cool breeze,  Learn that from the players Burping when I'm tasting,  That champagne on occasions Better pan on the Lakers,  Planning their invasion Ancient aliens, hoping out the mother ship Fiends knew mе by my government,  Right wherе the oven went Bass and percussion hit,  Sort of like Gordon Liu Keep the mic with me portable Nigga you gonna lose Imma keep fronting,  Mongolian eagle hunter Nigga writing fly,  Always giving the people thunder My moms ran illegal numbers,  Apartment on York Ave Getting off to snort fast Niggas want the format I'm holding up my war staff Wood from the rain forest Babalaos prayed on it Streets got my brains haunted Heavy weight, Mr. Olympia, my chain brolic We really on it, when applying the force We in the lobby getting high with the grimey decor Yeah, we used to cop dimes out of variety stores My rhyming is pure,  Always give you that nineties allure, (tell 'em!) [Chorus: Planet Asia] No weaponry shall prosper Or penetrate what I accomplish Peace to the conscious,  My true and living sponsors We block stompers Top [?], fucking mobsters Keep thinking that it's just frankincense and nag champas [Verse 2] In the frame with the heckler and koch I'm in the game with all the extras and plots Dropped Teslas, I'm investing in stock It's real life it's not wrestling awk So keep it street, if it's beef Than I'm pressing your Pop.s' I'm an elite, five stars for the glory Post traumatic survivor reaping the darkness From tribal wars that came before me It's even darker than that Pitch black when I'm flashing on lame cats I flame cats that' tend to act with me Five fifty nine it's that simply Don't be that rap victim To find out my niggas act different Armor with the karma of Bodhidharma A lot of artists got abandoned at birth So now it's time to know they father Quiet and calm, watch me light up a bomb Infiltrate this industry, my infantry,  Camouflaged and firearms,  Sirens and alarms,  Violence from the [?] will be swift Don't matter in the night or in morn' It's a gift...   [Chorus: Planet Asia] No weaponry shall prosper Or penetrate what I accomplish Peace to the conscious,  My true and living sponsors We block stompers Top [?], fucking mobsters Keep thinking that it's just frankincense and nag champas