Lyrics Samurai - Mikos Da Gawd, Amari, Basi

Samurai

If the pen is a sword then I’m afro-samurai
Off with his head, if I’m lying then I can’t fly (Haha)
Ha, yeah you know a nigga too high
Who ride in the hoopla, don’t move mine (Right)
You can’t do it by yourself so you came to mine
My rhymes (Yeah), I just get better with time like fine wine (Word)
I wanna step in and shine like Don Juan (Juan)
Don’t breathe, don’t touch on this fine china (China)
I’m in the breeze feeling free off this marijuana ('Juana)
I wanna eat baby no this ain’t no Benihana’s ('Hana's)
This was made before you got here, we been up on it (Yeah)
You know I hear th calling (Yeah)
You can’t take me out th game, man I been balling (Hey)
Can’t call, can’t fold, we can go all in (Hey)
I’m in the cloud, in the haze, in the smoke, in the wind
I put it down on the page just to see where I been (Yeah)
When you extra like terrestrial, ain’t nothing comparable (Nope)
A league of my own, I’m like the king of the animals (Duh)
Simba run the pride now, you got a problem?
Pipe down (Shh)
'Cause right now you lookin' like easy pickings my nigga (Yuh)
And your woman starin' at me while her lips are lickin' (She want it)
Smooth conversationalist like I am a politician
I am not somebody who grew up without a pot to piss in
But where I’m from I got a lot of dirt kicked in
My eyes, so realise I ain’t got the time for simpin'
My late great grandfather told me «Keep it pimpin'
Stay honest wit' yourself and learn when to listen
And understand that you here to fulfill a mission
So stay gifted»
If I can’t do it homie it can’t be done
You gon' have to move out the way
In my shoes for a day
You gon' see why I’m the one
If I can’t do it homie it can’t be done
You gon' have to move out the way
In my shoes for a day
You gon' see why I’m the one
Yeah, I do my own thang (Thang)
Don’t reach for the fruit if it low hang (Hang)
Only speakin' the truth to your main friend (Friend)
Can’t hang wit' your boy you do the same thing (Things)
I play my own games (Games)
So keep it poppin', pimpin' (Pimpin')
You know the cameras gon' be focused when they catch you trippin' (Trippin')
Man them situations sticky, better not to give in (Give in)
But they don’t know the operation or the opposition
Yeah, yeah, yeah
If I can’t do it homie it can’t be done
You gon' have to move out the way
In my shoes for a day
You gon' see why I’m the one