Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shaolin Kung Fu Training, artist - Bronze Nazareth. Album song Bronzestrumentals Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.08.2009
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Shaolin Kung Fu Training |
Shaolin Kung fu takes long to learn |
So I hope that you will all persevere |
Study harder, practice harder |
Yo, I travelled from far regions to enter the chambers |
They sent me to a school where the books taught danger |
Mediate 4:30am, take in nourishment |
Practise finger jab at the northern polar scene |
Blessed with the technique of the eighteen ancestors |
Monk’s Lou Han cave possess the drunken gesture |
In the armoury, six harmonies fist principles |
Taught me absorb attacks, my armour’s invincible |
Practised for years, cobwebs on the console |
From the crane, we learned grace and self control |
First bitterness, then sweetness attack elite fist |
Creep wrist with ancient styles and burning leeches |
Dragon form, venomous snake moves tongue |
Bones crunch from seven ways of plumb flower punch |
White eyebrows, kung fu style, forbidden touch |
Open hands test jammers with the twelve stepped push |
Read books for a thousand and ninety five days |
On tiger style, short knife form, have five inch graze |
Leave the abbot amazed with my deadly dazzling ways |
Flying crane hand dislodge tissue from the ribcage |
The myth stays grounded as all foes are pounded |
When the fire form, cotton needle skill abounded |
Teachers and fellow monks watch me advance |
My __ tail strikes, splitting the stitching off your pants |
Moved up the weaponry, proceed towards the goal |
The cold viper fracture arms of beggar’s pole |
Five elements fist striking vital points at risk |
Told one on with the blow on how I truncate the wrist |
To preserve and leave here takes many years of practise |
The sword style masters, scaphoid be the axis |
Asked the abbot if I’m ready for the hall |
He said I need more wisdom, looked at me with a pause |
Told me, 'don't fear ten thousand kicks they practice once |
Fear one kick practised a thousand times, son' |