Bruce Lee(Explicit) - Planet Asia

Bruce Lee (Explicit) - Planet Asia/Rasco/Chace Infinite
Oh sh*t
'State Aiyo that's Bruce Lee my ni**a
Aiyo Bruce
Aiyo sh*t that ni**a got an afro too my dude
(That's really motherf**kin' Bruce Lee )
Aiyo I knew yo' a** wasn't dead my ni**a
Teach me some sh*t move my chi
F**k one of you niggas up
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 ni**a 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
Jeet-Kune-Do mother f**kers
Get yourself f**ked up coming around here
Murder one of y'all niggas man
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
Nocuit ni**a
(Ni**a that is not no Bruce Lee that's Jim Kelly man )
Chop suey you're andouille ya backflip
Double stack grip play games smash sh*t
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 f**k is wrong niggas I'mma kill you niggas)
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
Nocuit ni**a
Fly as a falcon in a cockpit
Flying cranes guillotines
Breaking down K's with chopsticks
Obnoxious African arts ni**a 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 ni**a 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
F**k that I paint the town red
With the remains of y'all
Really it's not a game at all
Bruce Lee ni**a sweat suit gold chain and all
That's some heavy sh*t
Let me explain something to you Super Ni**a
I don't answer questions I ask 'em
Even if I did know who killed that jive-a** brother of yours
What make you think I'm going to tell you
Get your black a** off of my joint
Before we beat you like a rented mule