Da Manchuz - Long Axe, Short Axe lyrics

[Intro: kung fu sample] *Banging empty gla** on the table* Hey! Some wine! [Chorus 3X: Drunken Dragon (G-Note$)] Yo, times is hardcore, we settling the score (The strength from equality, God, the Manchu law) [G-Note$] Yo, things will defined, your rhymes is k**ed, not together A fifty two block is not the weapon, it's my sword Peep the sh** I'm connecting, regret the move Pay the penalty, subtracting from your action Hit the f**ing chess move, mad block the area Enter n***as fields and get bombed the f** up Like Hamburger Hill, who it may concern And get burned, your company get back And leaving it work, just like torture Torching my character, makes things muthaf**in' worser Headquarters cross like waters, infiltrated Rob the snake, it's territory rapist Front you right there, then learn the sh** click Choppin' heads, the significant Pray for d**h, like I'm the dirty dozen That's rushing, that got me cashed out Like cousin, it's quick to buy it out Like n***as in Iran, bombs are thought and Created by the hand, expand like building with magnums behind me Bombed the f** up like a Texaco refinery [Drunken Dragon] I don't need no motivation, shoot at my creation Heart stop inside my brain, like mental constipation I start the domination on your nation, causing hysteria Dutch Master fusion in the area Erase ya, fact the fact, you never chase Drunk blows like this I'm coming hard with no tazer Burn with the flame of a Dragon First stage: the smoke, then comes the choking and gagging Crack that at wack a** n***as that try to bag b**hes like little boys, running home to their dad You fake this, to make this, never could take this The asiatic black man, that's how I end this Conversation, with a bit of revelation And to end the rhyme, cuz that's how our occupation Redefine, n***a, for my very, come and get Grow intelligent God, it's our vocabulary I break a n***a jaw, it's necessary If you can't stand the heat, stay away from the fury [Chorus 2X] [G-Note$] (Drunken Dragon) n***as is shook, and what the f** yo a** know about a juks Giving phony looks, half way crooks get chopped down and sized And that's on the rise, that the whiter man lies (With no suprise, watch out when you lingle One big footed tingle, my s**m that tingle-jangle-jiggle) Yo, she caught the fever for the flavor of a hit single Darts is slashing, long axing, hara**ing your character Amateur, call your manager (Here's a quarter for the slaughter It's bound vacation, like adult free lanes) Taking a sh**, and you still fit Well now you relevant, to the situation Chopping off limbs and Manchuz domination (I'm untraceable, biting pencils Cuz your whole f**ing format is eraseful You jacka**, you catched in the stable, disabled) I'm cutting more heads than at the sight of 5-0 Cuz, I swings high (Yo, and I swings low) Don't you know, it's going down in the drunk game Snakes and Brooklyn Zu, who brought Tiger Crane (The Spiritual Boxer, strong like an ox Block you out your size, burn like out your box) Yo, pa** more wine on the rocks, more wine More wine, more wine, more wine, more wine! [Chorus 4X] [Outro: G-Note$ (Drunken Dragon) {kung fu sample}] Long Axe, Short Axe, we on some a** backword sh**, kid (Chopping heads) Manchu, coming through, out the throat, is the better (Tracking all crews, b**h) Got muthaf**in' bombs/grenades, up in here, hahaha, hahahaha {Hmm, I guess that you are Long Axe, Short Axe, right...}