Sun Tzu

[Intro] Any which way some of you want to come through I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Any which way some of you want to come through I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu [Verse 1] The art of fighting without fighting Or fighting when you need to It's appealing, we're peaceful but demons if we need to Equal whatever you bring we'll meet you This sport is a war with a discourse Which thoroughbred horse make it through this course? Which emcee shall I chew up for this course? Same energy known for the sick tours No hype man, breath control Record a track I do the same thing live Can't do that? Ah bless your soul You ain’t ready for the Shaolin vibes Wake up when it’s still dark in the sky With the heart for the grind and an art full of rhymes And the sharpest of lines and a spark of the mind So bright that I’m leaving them partially blind [Refrain] Any which way some of you want to come through I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Any which way some of you want to come through I’m ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu Ready for you like Sun Tzu [Hook: Asheber] Don’t be foolish What you want to test I for? I’m a man on a mission Don’t let I catch you slipping It’s no competition I’ve been studying the art of war [Verse 2] It’s the hardest of times we’re living in, isn’t it? So why ain’t you disciplined just a little bit? Little git, wanna throw a little hissy fit? Here’s a question, tell me can you riddle it? Does it take effort to make yourself really shit? Or is that your best that you’re giving it? Nah, it can’t be Well, rhyming just ain’t for everyone Now every little son of a gun seems to think From the moment they come out their mum they are the one Without ever having what it takes to become Ten lifetimes ain’t enough I was a griot, I was a Sufi I was a Mayan priest but not in the movies I was a druid pouring out fluid Blessing the ancestors cos we come through them Hundred more times I was born before Before The Windrush came and Britain forever changed Energy and memory it remains In my veins and it don’t take much to reclaim All I gotta do is say my own name And the power of Greyskull reigns Yes, ruthless student, nuisance mutant Trains with the Shaolin monks, I’m reclusive Name is a thousand thumps with a pool stick That reigns on a silly little punk for the bullshit Game for a round, punch and we all kick Elbows, knees, let’s go for the full kit Tell your G’s I’ll believe that they’re all sick When I see degrees they achieve, we’re talking A school called wisdom, you could go there anywhere Yet you are never there [Refrain] [Hook] [Verse 3] It’s the art of a warrior, heart of a foreigner That’s living in an all-white town from a toddler Graft that your body does half wanna honour us But you've gotta tell them that you’re past wanting followers A class for the coroners, who the ras wanna collar us? Kill rate way past choleras Look at all the revellers, look at what a rebel does Sekkle, metal can’t settle us Dope, but the CIA can’t peddle us Nope, we go for the throat what you telling us Choke, on the little hope that you’re selling us Joke, I take Britain like Severus Cult, it’s the occult and its elements They wanna reign high but we come to be levelers We know the design and we’re done with the evidence Go with the times get bun for the hell of it [Refrain] [Hook]