Laced Chebba

Your Kung Fu is good, your magic is good That is why he waited, so my power would dwindle My power has diminished, then he come to kill me Yes, but, I know your Kung Fu is still very good If you practice again, no one could possibly be your match Oh, the ancient weapon Yeah, fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers Four shoguns that got fucked by geisha's Still gracious, still able to twist out darts Just grew tougher skin from swimming with them sharks Broken ankle, fucking with them Wallabee Clarks Got them bitches still screaming my name ("What up Starks?") I'm a bone crusher, ox'll split your face like a dutch master No more minks, it's polar bears from Alaska With shark skin Air Maxes and igloos of ice Rocks clumped up, like overcooked rice I'm nice, you're the reason why the game went soft Bland niggas, I come through and season your broth Like Mr. Dash, I blast, I'm a menace like Dennis Young Coles, and I'm back from a six month sentence Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads with barbwire's Stay tying niggas to beds Can you kill me? If I didn't think so, I would not be here waiting for you now Right, let me see what you got Forget the tricks, let's see your kung fu Yo, everybody get paid, everybody get laid All these bitches dirty, everybody got AIDS Everybody get played, everybody get sprayed Everybody do what I say, everybody my maid P, crack selling, black felon Gat clap, rat-a-tat-tat, tap melons Son thugs, one gun, one slug Shot caller, like, yo, let me speak to Young Muggs Listen, it's Mandela, pa I grab wack MC's, I smack 'em hella hard I kill niggas with the birdy big banger My Wu-Tang niggas call me the thirty sixth Chamber Lyrical miracle, spit with you rap dudes Get smacked off the skateboard for not paying rap dues P, call me the gate keeper Break haters off your face smoking laced cheeba Ha ha ha ha, he's mad, listen to me You've lost your concentration, your magic is gone That's why it doesn't work, you better use your real Kung Fu Yeah, aiyo, she want a thug, not the lawyer type A golden boy to promote it right, sorta like a ill De La Hoya fight I'm eating good, enjoying life, flawless ice, quick to bag a baller's wife With no strings attached, cordless mics Toilet white S five fifty with the wrong pipes Peeling off like snake skin, watch the cobra bite Over night success story, go and check for me You rap poorly, that's why your cassette's corny Your money too short for long convo' You in the game hurting, trying to play Rajon Rondo Millionaire swag, peep your boys ensemble Jewels heavy, Prince Akeem, Coming to America Etcetera, whoever sent the kite, kill the messenger Because I think like the man behind the register Quick to pull a toaster out, Starks choke 'em out We over here, counting bread, what y'all loaf about? You finished already? Get up and fight Hey, let's get some strength Let him go til he outlive me They say he killed my cult, let's go