[Intro - Planet Asia and various other comments]
(Oh sh**!
‘State, Aiyo that's Bruce Lee, my n***a!
Aiyo, Bruce!
Aiyo, sh** that n***a got an afro too, my dude
(That's really motherf**in' Bruce Lee!)
Aiyo, I knew yo' a** wasn't dead, my n***a!
Teach me some sh**...move my chi
f** one of you n***as 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 d**h of the sensei
Break out the bad guy, so I can k** ‘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 n***a it's my turn like Steezo
Steady-B mentality, cool seek propositions
It's for my k**as 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 f**ers!
Get yourself f**ed up coming around here!
Murder one of y'all n***as, man!)
[Hook - TriState]
Righteous roundhouse, d**hblow 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, n***a
Bruce Lee
[Adlibs - Rasco]
(n***a, 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 sh**
Cartoons get smacked soon, we black goons
Get in tune, these n***as 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** is wrong n***as, I'mma k** you n***as)
[Hook]
Righteous roundhouse, d**hblow 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, n***a
Bruce Lee
[Verse 3 - Chace Infinite]
Fly as a falcon in a co*kpit
Flying cranes, guillotines
Breaking down K's with chopsticks
Obnoxious African arts, n***a my reflex sharp
I roundhouse Abdul-Jabar
I achieve doctrines, Wu shu postures
Two-piece, backhand n***as with no problem
Master of any street you know
Come see the Jeet-Kune Do
Iron fist lunge, lethal blow
Every n***a on the street should know
‘Cuh-razy, not karate', putting holes in your body
You tough n***as is the first to get shot in the party
While I'm smoking like the samurai, Afro
Taking heads, discipline my enemies
f** that, I paint the town red
With the remains of y'all
Really it's not a game at all
Bruce Lee, n***a, sweat suit, gold chain and all
[Outro]
(That's some heavy sh**
Let me explain something to you, Super n***a
I don't answer questions, I ask ‘em
Even if I did know who k**ed 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)