IRatz - Shaolin lyrics

[Bruce Lee] Empty your mind Be formless, shapeless Like water [Sample] It's not an easy sk** to learn I've been practicing it for many years [Verse 1] The names Fangz so my bars will tend to bite ya But I'ma love overall so I won't fight ya Turn on the lights, yeah So y'all can see me Consider this your introductory a**embly I've been out and now I'm back like a ninja studded boomerang Professor and a witch I'ma teach you how to do the things Spit hot fire every single time the beat drops Don't suggest getting in my way I'm heading for the top Get me any boss beat and I'll go hard Bout to stamp your doubts out like a postcard Finna bring your ears to school, no retard Talking 4.0 flow report card Send that beat back like reject package I'm about to flip your world on it's muthaf**in axis Pick it up, spike it down like a cactus Rhymes will mess your face up call it malpractice Let me lay the rules down We whip beats like its heavy cream Puff the magic dragon since the captain of my burn team Geographic leg up call it what you want to call it But you out there burning regs While we puffin' on that chronic Supersonic flow demonic Me and I are not plutonic, nah See the relationship is complicated Took it out and got it faded Locked it up but never dated You may be mad But you just mad because you cannot make this, no I'm that sick spitter, flow iller than bitter licorice Straight word k**er, a**a**inate all the ignorance Thick thighs fine as my rhymes like when I kick this sh** Cla**ified as more than a dime how do they figure this I got intelligence, logic and benevolence My words should take precedent Over all these whack backpack rappers Snapback lip flappers straight creativ-ity lackers So what you call that You know I'm all that You ain't ever going to top me Stop me, block me, drop me See I bomb like Nagasaki I'm the NHL and you just playing table hockey Everybody steppin' back doing double triple takes Apprehensive at a chick who can spit and she skates so Check the flow for yourself You're entitled to opinion but there ain't no doubt it Steady f**in' with this rhythm and Check my kicks for the shred, to through To the souls and I get your head spinnin' Like you popped a couple rolls, yeah My shoe soles scuffed up like I said But my true soul, straight spotless till I'm dead sh** is fully intact and more vibrant than ever And my pa**ions leaking out through the holes in my sweater And I'm right straight on track to try to build up my cheddar Great and clean, A-plus the best alphabet letters So put your hands in the air if you feel me If you want trying to catch some words about the real me Cause this is simply just an inventory So raise your hands if you wanna hear my story