Planet Asia - Super Ninjas lyrics

[First Verse: Cappadonna] Yeah things wanna hop out cabs and sh**, yo check it out... Yeah I was chillin' in my cab Picked up these four n***as I could tell by the look on they face that they was trickin' So I took them to they rest stop They pulled out the thicket Said they was going to k** me Then they took the weapon So I bust off my clothes, I started to skip I got to my man blue house I feel like sh** [?] We plan no attack And two weeks later we got the wind back Dumb n***as out here wanna rob and steal And hit them banks motherf**er that's keepin it real And ain't nobody gonna squeal Cut that bread out Everybody get a mil 'Sno turning back now Hope nobody don't lose it This is just what the f** you gotta do for the music Hip hop! [Second Verse: Nino Graye] Yeah, yeah, yeah The picture's on the corner By the bank waitin to make the ins I take a step to the curb Heard a person yell "Take his bread!" Searchin' for the problem I got him right when he made a left On the street in a Jeep Seen him tryin' to break his neck Pa**in' off and pack to the back of the cab Cappadonna's drivin' I feel these stupid motherf**ers eyein' We pack stilettos and black metal Plant one in your chest Watch your back open and bloom like flower petals But they bogus I know it they keep rollin' Maybe they see him playing Bronze in a van with the door open Just grinnin' Waitin' for Bis and 80 to make withdrawals Cut the phones drop the workers, take it all Walk out the front door, we all made off Just like Bernie, f** a jury, raise hell til they burn me [Third Verse: Planet Asia] Yeah Hi-end fascist splashin' Lone wolf baby in a stroller Style cobra Super Ninja solar with soldier Gold chain code of conduct Million dollar plots flood my Motorola Get it at all costs This is a movie about a mob boss Ice [?] Mafia illegal yard cross Medallion is mural Money exchange strange dinero We back on the block spending nothing but Euros Stashin' a box: Hash, Glocks, gloves, a machete, Koran A couple black mask and a top We transform like robots Run up on you with guns for fun Extort every member part of your co-op I let the K scream for say supreme In the street chasin' fiends This is the lifestyle that Jason bring Na-mean? My military regime f**in' over your whole team [Fourth Verse: Canibus] Germaine's quatrain Modern day Mark Twain Heating up a golden fin shark soup of lo mein Burn Hollywood, burn Motherf**er wait your turn I flick the ash from the sherm in the urn Never argue with crazy people, you're gonna lose I sit in my room and watch the magnetic north move Jog the place until my shoe soles rip off And just replace it with a moleskin offa my wall I'm a writer so I write things down I try to live life righteous But I can't right the wrongs right now So do not stand at my grave and cry I am not there because I did not die I don't care what you focus on I was drawn to the [?] k**ah Priest told me [?] Capricorn golden arms Blacker than the upper torso of the onyx statue That belonged to Saddam Locate the Star Gate five minutes before it close A black hole force from a source code 10,000 mile an hour indicated speed My space trap barrel rolls 90 degrees I press right left pedal flair auto rotation midair I wade through the meteors in the atmosphere I'm Woody Harrelson on top of the mountain Shoutin', "Praise the god of Rastafari fountain!" [Sedia justoria?] they carry the warrior From Astoria New York to Africa Pretoria Listen in the vertical horizon, an audio slave "She was the best you ever had, Germaine" I'm a futuristic gap-teethed Bokeem Woodbine Call weather predator, 2Pac of good times Life is just a serious of patterns til the cycle is broken My mind is open my thoughts are born The word is spoken I am the chosen God damn suspense, so far One-way trip to Ca**iopeia sh** rolls downhill, rainwater drops on my head Chip's on my shoulder, that's how I feel