| Yo, sting of the dragon master, one blow make your jaw shatter
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| Have you walk around with your face wrapped in plaster
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| Gaspin'… *gasp*, like you got a bad case of asthma
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| Spot the dog, you try to run faster
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| Wild savage, but he bow down to his master
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| Washed beef with an ice cold shaster, he would shout
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| I am free from you, so unleash me
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| There’s nothin' else you can do to teach me
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| Nothin' else you can do to appease me
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| I know this point in life, it wouldn’t be easy
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| I gave you my all, I would eat food
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| Out of cans, through my hands and all
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| Just to show and prove, you my man’s and all
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| Didn’t even try to make plans at all
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| My hand’s cut in the outer, leakin' the contender
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| Hit 'em high, stick 'em low, break through the center
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| Somebody screamin' ambulance, yo, he bend a
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| Ghost like a ninja, whole 'nother agenda
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| Catch me day and night, ready for fight
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| Plus I spit more through the mic, four fist right
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| Chest, head, body blow, would leave, anything goes
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| Broken nose, shatterin' jaws, spark him with the C-4
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| P-Sunn did it from the east door
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| The more I tour, the more I score, watch the lion roar
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| Through the field, with the skills and agility
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| Martial art ability, bend the laws of gravity
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| Stay in shape, no cavities
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| Some wise words from a young one, trained to reach mastery
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| I am free from you, so unleash me
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| There’s nothin' else you can do to teach me
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| I am free from you, Buddhapest fist, Tai Chi, Kung Fu
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| Master siku, jujitsu, round house kick you
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| Forty elbows, then I left right hit you
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| Master set me free, although you’ll never let me get the master key
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| Cause when it’s time for beef, who could the master be
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| While I’m stopped, critique you see the master flee
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| But cats keep rushin', I’ll back flip bust you
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| Crack your rib cage apart, snatch your heart, that’s nothin'
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| Guillotine chop, to the Phillipine hot
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| Leave 'em worst, and sendin' them to Killa, get shot
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| I ate from my hands, and ate from the plan
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| Entranced, my face was a glance
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| I gave you my all, I know you felt my slave to, and thought
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| I’m sittin' fool on y’all |