The Regiment - Kung Fu Treachery lyrics

Ft. Random (Intro) What the hell? (Verse) They call me dynamite, mainly 'cause of the rama right I'm that guy, this yo final fight You might think (?) you this kind of night I'm apathetic, meanwhile, you're pathetic I'm bout jokes of public setting, laughing, but I don't get it Come measure with me, give em hell, sits moved the sick in jail I'll beat you, whipped with belts, better yet, grab a sword Go and stick yoself Spit game like I'm Gigafelt, you might wanna get some help I major movement firo, my algae, cuz it is in velt Hot in it, as I'm Daniel Boom, you can't handle these narrow tunes You want zap the whole gammit, dude You gon' need you with every tune When I said that I damage crews, me flockin' to you Boomerang, I do that before I walk in the room (Hook x2) I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory (Let em have it) (Post-Hook) Work work work work work (Who the f** interrupted my kung fu?!) Work work work work work (Verse 2) Five finger, puma palm, sound the alarm and drop bombs with elbows And give em target means and shell toes Bra** knuckle yo earlobes, show enough(?), I bring the pain Laced to go change my warp, my heart, my mind gate exchanged Damage yo frame and leave shame to that name The temple from where you came to yours bound to sink You brag about your well fare, everything they gain I come through in the stance of the gray You cobra kaminagi your whole take ? You'z a rookie, gased up over a fortune cookie We let em have it (Hook x2) I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory (Let em have it) (Post-Hook) Work work work work work (Kung Fu Treachery) Work work work work work (Verse 3) Rhyme scheme is more fight night than Michael Jai White Them pugilist types, been duckin' every punch lines Like a light skin duckling from the third strike No mouthguard, king, just wear a suit for the game Tailor made, aka success ?, wheel power, three piece Double breasted, paisley grind Hustle bow tie, with a mind focused on bein' no 1 Come to run, I'm way from them haters and disciplined cover gators Came to gate us, got ? at the edge of my sleeve My cufflinks, playa, I hope you're smellin' what we're cookin' Get a whiff, nose dabbin' with that gangsta handkerchief (Hook x2) I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory I hit em with that kung-fu treachery You ain't got the weaponry to get with me You just an accessory (Let em have it) (Post-Hook) Work work work work work (Kung Fu Treachery) Work work work work work