Yokozuna

Heavy weight, like sumo, gotta wrestle you
If I turn this match to a warm up, another hot meal that I'm getting too
K, I, D to the fucking O man
Let's get it

Hop in, hop off like bus
Yokozuna, on ma shit I trust
If you know, then you know like nobody else, as u grow
Man I'm feeling that big time rush
Them rappers dusty, might need that brush
Shush it and hush, hush
Step in the game, jutsus a must
See boy like shell in a glock then bun
I come foreign, I come too different
Crash in down, then I break their systems
Too many rappin' just to get that smoke
I ain't talking 'bout spliff him
See Kid grow, end up in yo wish-list
Mission, get that cream and whip it
Bag that cash 'til you let it rain
And throw it, just to ease the pain
I don't come from this fucking Sekai
Better call me Sensei or Sempai
Faketards trying to get red dyes on clothes
Next thing we know they dead guys
If I drop names down like Shh
Consequences they follow, they led by
Chill in my corner, stick with red eyes
Bars so sharp, swing swords like Jedis
I might turn myself to a Sith, bitch
Taking my shots like pics
Dunk or kick through, court or pitch
And I ain't really got time for a snitch
My team upcoming like B.R.I.C.S
Foundry shit, boy founding things
My team upcoming like B.R.I.C.S
Foundry shit, boy founding things

Pour up the glass, stick burn and ash, that beat I splash it
Still in the queue of talents, releasing tracks
And believe in their speech and their actions
I don't know why the fuck these bastards
Wilding and talk all this nonsense cap shit
They trying to make Kid go violent, fresh out the foundry
Sensei leave man silent
So I take out my NB sneaks
Portgas, might dash in the industry
Whole V, trying to raise up the game
Making a place in this industry
Boy do magic, like one, two, three
Thats ma vision, that one can see
Celtic boy, from Baltic Sea
Destroy, for sure, gotta wipe them clean

Heavy weight, like sumo, gotta wrestle you
If I turn this match to a warm up, another hot meal that I'm getting too
Left or right, man I can't decide, fuck it, I'ma ram it through
Young kid got drive, don't look surprised, check who be blazing who
Heavy weight, like sumo, gotta wrestle you
If I turn this match to a warm up, another hot meal that I'm getting too
Left or right, man I can't decide, fuck it, I'ma ram it through
Young kid got drive, don't look surprised, check who be blazing who

Now that's how you fucking murk a fucking beat ye
I don't even talk like that
Stop fucking putting fucking words in my fucking mouth, ye?
Dickhead