Jazz Robinson - Kung Fu (Produced by Jeff Gore) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jazz Robinson] A young Mac since a Raptor, I work Magic with a Rocket Get Knicked if you're out of pocket Spur of the moment, my condolence How you gonna survive in the room with the omen 5 percenter, conversing with a Roman Catholic Young baptist turned rap apparatus I had them raps mastered while ya'll was up in them cla**es Eating snacks and being average But, that's tragic cause now I got the juice Something like Chappelle when he parodied Roots Get off the stoop, scrape your plate Take your girl, leave her with The Undertaker face It's like Eyes up youngblood watch how a King works It's kinda like kicking up dirt This sh** is fun I ain't the one God I'm Ra(w) like wrestling the Sun, God Ya'll done Bar none, bars is on freedom Add a O into the mix, you're bound to get sick sh** Listen, there's only one beer left Rappers screaming all in our ears like we're deaf You ain't gotta listen to me, but fear Jeff OS got now, give a f** who got next You gon' hit me with tweets and speed texts? The arms fantastic, see how the reach stretch Get your soul impeached, no reset sh**, in cla** you was voted the least best In everything You ain't anything, I'm everything Anywhere Anytime, battle mode Grindtime Outshine, anybody steppin' to these rap lines Guaranteed to get on a beat and leave it a flatline They talkin' bout backpack rhyming This that click-clack, get back, I'll snatch that rhyming That, bellybu*ton touchin' my back, that rhyming That, one bowl, two packs yea that's that Ramen, n***a That's that Ramen...