Dragon of the Black Pool Lyrics

Rolling with the Chang Sings

Throwing hands up

Ripping gold, sacred swords. Kung Fu bangers

Fighting wars from long ago might Not get home for dinner

But always up the next day, slicing Wink Kong gunslingers

Bloody battles ensue, but we all fear The Lo Pan

Incarnation of evil, a cold killer, but No man

Hunting down no matter what, a girl With green eyes

The only tangible value for his master Ching Dai

But the subject must face the burning Blade and survive

Tame the savage heart, face death, Remain alive

Call me the dragon of the black pool

One of many living through what Shitty leaders do

Targeting the vulnerable, for shit That's rarely dire

Tossing innocent men and women to Fuel enemy fire

Saying cold blooded war, on hair Trigger tripwires

The seven sins, three storms Required so they inspire

Studied the RZA

The zig-zag-zig killer

My beat dealer

My shits like Jonwayne, J Dilla

Trying to climb the hip hop pillar

Spitting plasma beam bars like Super-Mecha Godzilla

A powerful plant, grown from an old School seed

My flow like sand, lyrical unseen Breed

I breathe, air from

Some people's demands and needs

Been on their hands and knees

Being made to thank and please

Supply it

Inspired by people called violent

I live by, no need for hooks, die by it

I'm a student of hip hop mastery and Wizardry

Foundations of the rap statue of Liberty

I'll make you shiver

With the way my rhymes are Delivered

Prince Charming? nah, I'm the one That's snatching the glass slippers

My style cutting edge, like a lyrical Sword

Could be a cutlass, cut you, and Kicking you overboard

Check mate and stick ya, like war on A chessboard

Slice you up and evict ya, like a Lyrical landlord

The prodigal product of Wu Tang Grandmasters

A fire spitting dragon causing mass Disasters

Like the Bastard, I mastered

Spreading words like a pastor

Trying to get my shit to every radio Broadcaster

I spread material, but I'm writing it Faster

Exercising a gift, some rare shit, Sought after

Back pack full of rhymes, nothing I Could do to prepare you

For the liquid gold flow with Nothing new that compares to

I might lack fat stacks, but I will Fucking ensare you

Snap back from my spinning tornado Kicks I dare you