Swami Baracus - WAY OF THE DRAGON lyrics

Flow immaculate, smacking back at the devil's advocate Leaving the stage ma**acred like Montagues and Capulets Now Romeos dead, so call me Jet Li when the battle's done Back to the Bacharach, I say a little prayer for battered ones Scum scattered, their scams scuppered, subtle feeling That Superbad Mclovin, molotovs hitting the paddy wagon This is the Way of The Dragon, spit fire and they panic Manic depressive, wait to extinguish your vocal cannon Clap clap, all these lyrics produce standing ovations My flow purifies your haven, this is irrigation Tap tap, knocking on heavens door for elevation At the school of hard knocks, getting measured for graduation Mans need to calm down, inject 'em with somas Seeking that blind faith, like Paloma getting glaucoma Over, I'm on this odyssey collabing with Homer The sweet smell of success designed on my aroma Top of the chain like scudamore, the rap troubador Munching these writers across the board, I call it food for thought I'm drinking holy water through a straw, so if divine intervention Enters my system, its the purest form The cure for pulling scorn's keeping critics forlorn The calm before the storm only occurs when I'm on chloroform Oblivious minds get serious, hiding support Watching Furious Styles, a curious child was born And now the Baracuda's third degree, producing heat Breath control and deeper flow, call it scuba-diving the beat Thats why I'm wavy when the cypher's complete Creativity's vegetated, so I Hyper'd the scene Tight on the mic, I'm a mic titan, iron vice like mike tyson Grimy spitting, filthy bars so I fight Dysons Broken silence, in this landscape of fake screams Smoke drifts across the abyss, when chasing pipe dreams They spend their life catching up tweets like Sylvester Suffering succotash, when jokers turn into jesters Savage your cartilage, talking bout carving this? The only shanks you'll ever come across is armitage Cause I'm the flame to the inferno, in your no smoking zone So the cancer is pa**ive, as I cataclysm the microphone Sacrificial but not a pawn, this rook's riding the storm My book never ends, the epilogue's torn My episodes causin epidemics so epic, I'm esoteric So my shine triggers epilepsy in pathetics I bless prophetic messages to your mind genetics So you can envisage the future as a lost relic Never question the top 5 on your rapping lists I'm 1,2,3 like my time's (sponsored by accurist) The victory sweeter than saccharin, without no management Acting like wild geese, you chiefs leave me gaggling A baracuda battering ram on a tangent, these randoms are Ga**ing themselves, they sound flatulent I never lived a rock and roll lifestyle Let em eat rolls and throw rocks, my rationale is versatile Walked the green mile, holding the hand of d**h hard Excellence of execution, cause I'm hitting mans in the heart k**ing beats from the start, bribing the witnesses Built foundations on blocks, you fools are just bricking it I'm actually packing actual facts, natural stacks You cats manufacture your stats, to earning dap Cease the back chat, after t in the park See me embark, as my words unlock a key to the dark Side effects, leave the bloods**er stressed Hustlers becoming customers, when I get possessed No exorcism, effected by Lynx, they all trying to get next to me For the taste of victory, I'm giving you The Recipe