Bruce Lee

[Intro - Planet Asia and various other comments] (Oh shit! ‘State, Aiyo that’s Bruce Lee, my nigga! Aiyo, Bruce! Aiyo, shit that nigga got an afro too, my dude (That’s really motherfuckin’ Bruce Lee!) Aiyo, I knew yo’ ass wasn’t dead, my nigga! Teach me some shit...move my chi Fuck one of you niggas up...) [Verse 1 - Planet Asia] Yo Back in your section, everything goes in this battle Chinatown wars, Chinese connection Comic book Coogi color, cloth kente Five Percent-ey, avenge the death of the sensei Break out the bad guy, so I can kill ‘em with styles I’ve been honing my craft so long I got spiderwebs on my blend tapes In shape like a ape, fresh off the Himalyan mountains Wylin’ off bananas and grapes Cop diesel, OG Bubba and Sour Diesel Skies burn, ‘cause nigga it’s my turn like Steezo Steady-B mentality, cool seek propositions It’s for my killas in the streets without a pot to piss in Don divas, calm leaders, beyond eager Golden glove thugs, bob and weavers You just a non-believer that’s hating, ‘cause I done hit Every House of Blues, the only thing left is coliseums Another loose leaf, who’s chief? Give you a two-piece To the beat This is Bruce Lee! [Adlibs] (Jeet-Kune-Do, mother fuckers! Get yourself fucked up coming around here! Murder one of y’all niggas, man!) [Hook - TriState] Righteous roundhouse, Deathblow dojo King of the dumb-out, I’m on my Bruce Lee mojo Breaking bricks there’s money to get Or get your money stripped We revolve around scientists Another looseleaf, who’s chief? Give you the two-piece No biscuit, nigga Bruce Lee [Adlibs - Rasco] (Nigga, that is not no Bruce Lee, that’s Jim Kelly, man!) [Verse 2 - Rasco] Chop suey, you’re andouille, ya backflip Double stack grip, play games, smash shit Cartoons get smacked soon, we black goons Get in tune, these niggas soft like sand dunes Cats get it, they bowing down, the god spit it The odd digit is seven, dog, you last minute Stay ahead of these wack lames, exact range Pointed right at your eyeball, we fly y’all Better look to the sky y’all we up there Roll a Benz, you ask mama for bus fare In the plush where, you really should rush there Burn your whole click, leave nothing but dust there Just the tip of the iceberg, we still cold Smash dudes and take it out of their billfold (What the fuck is wrong niggas, I’mma kill you niggas) [Hook] Righteous roundhouse, Deathblow dojo King of the dumb-out, I’m on my Bruce Lee mojo Breaking bricks there’s money to get Or get your money stripped We revolve around scientists Another looseleaf, who’s chief? Give you the two-piece No biscuit, nigga Bruce Lee [Verse 3 - Chace Infinite] Fly as a falcon in a cockpit Flying cranes, guillotines Breaking down K’s with chopsticks Obnoxious African arts, nigga my reflex sharp I roundhouse Abdul-Jabar I achieve doctrines, Wu shu postures Two-piece, backhand niggas with no problem Master of any street you know Come see the Jeet-Kune Do Iron fist lunge, lethal blow Every nigga on the street should know ‘Cuh-razy, not karate’, putting holes in your body You tough niggas is the first to get shot in the party While I’m smoking like the samurai, Afro Taking heads, discipline my enemies Fuck that, I paint the town red With the remains of y’all Really it’s not a game at all Bruce Lee, nigga, sweat suit, gold chain and all [Outro] (That’s some heavy shit Let me explain something to you, Super Nigga I don’t answer questions, I ask ‘em Even if I did know who killed that jive-ass brother of yours What make you think I’m going to tell you? Get your black ass, off of my joint Before we beat you, like a rented mule)