Lyrics Bruce Lee - Indian Handcrafts

Bruce Lee

Gold-diggers want her to sing a song
That’s not how we roll down in Hong Kong
Shot on set watch me take the fall
Pushing up daisies on the great wall
It’s a game of death
It’s your last breath
Run for your life
Cuz you know I’m coming for you
Infiltrate the rival bike gang
Yellow jump suit makes me look the same
Face Hakim the giant afro man
Billy Lo avenge Jeet Kune Do hand
It’s a game of death
It’s your last breath
Run for your life
Cuz you know I’m coming for you
This is hard, these are death feet
Swords!
— Twin!
— Sais!
— Dragon!
Chopped in the head like a son’f’a’bitch