Kung Fu Yu

I'm in a Kung Fu stance, black belt holds the low pants
Hi, Ni-hao, can a ninja get a table dance?
We in the house of Flying Daggers stumbling and stagger
Sipping Tsin-Dao with a monk drunken style swagger
Grey matter, poison dart makes you heart shatter
Hey yo, where's my master?
Ha ha, my Kung Fu will leave you kung-fused
I dummy dudes with one-two's and punk crews
Your punch bruise, mine shatters the soul
Explodes hearts and makes all matter unfold
I don't ball or bang, I'm the black Kwai Chang
Caine, philosopher and doctor all the same
I do Kung Fu
I'm in my kung fu stance, a drunken master, Wu Shu specialist
Intercept your fist while I'm stumbling, I'm ending this
Cobra style, venomous
Meditate for an hour before I beat you, I've got etiquette
Make you feel delicate
Pressure points will settle this
Hit you with the metal fist
Try me if the lips don't match the word it's not Chinese
Just believe me, most MCs to me be spitting Tai Chi
Beat me? Unlikely, got the nunchucks up the right sleeve
Tiger style, I'm a Kung Fu expert
One inch punch through your shirt make your lungs hurt
Ryu, Ken, I'm the Scorpion
Ha-dou-ken, I'm ready to begin
With a body blow, body blow, I KO'd Glass Joe
Hit the upper cut and now I'm ready for Bald Bull
So hit me with your best shot... drop kick!
Show me what you really got... back flip!
I stun you with my Judo chop... tight grip!
I'm ready for the final round, I break out the round house
Splinter style, dirty rat, y'all can't beat that
A pocket full of scratch from the Kumite match
Step to the mat like Chong Li I'm dead calm
Right hand cocked like a Shaolin time bomb
I ain't going out like no Cobra Kai
Get used to one style I switch it up like Snake Eyes
Ji Dao, Pi Gua, Zi Quan style too
From Beijing to Hong Kong I'm trained in Kung Fu



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Varadi, Warner Coburn Chris, Dermer Benjamin, Serieux Jamie, Kuerti Rafael
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