Текст песни Dragon Style (feat. MATTE GOLD) - Ionika

Do you think your Wu-Tang sword can defeat me?
I came here tonight to play chess
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin
The special technique of shadowboxing
Dragon fist (Yo, yo, yo, yo)

Blowing up the spot, I kick rocks and get you jokers docked
Locked and shot down, raw sounds from my glock resound
Down the block, shoot my rounds, this the style I found
Smithers, release the hounds, throw you in the dog pound

Riot in the parking lot, police fire warning shots
I'm with my dawgs, we don't talk a lot, we just bark a lot
Low profile, hope the feds don't got us on their files
Take into consideration all lives, that's Meth-Tical

This ain't the 'Shaolin vs. the Wu-Tang', Generation Wavy bang
Parents told me, "Don't be talking with that slang"
Shank you with a dirty knife, sucking out your life
I was born to break heights, no this won't suffice

Introducing you to 'VILLAINS, Part 2'
I'm killin' rappers like it's a cartoon using drawn nukes
Wearing a dark suit, winning these lawsuits
You're in the deep water now like some shark food

Yeah, I'm eating you lumpy chumps for lunch
Eight course meal for the Wavy bunch
This ain't the Brady Bunch, I take your Asian bitch to brunch
I'm Bruce Lee, I hit you with the one inch punch, line
I don't commit crimes, but after this verse I'ma get time
I done worse, yeah got detention 'bout nine times
Shoutout to MATCHA, yeah the homie a ride or die
Ayo, Matt, pick up the mic, it's time to shine

Dragon of the West, I'm Uncle Iroh sipping tea (Suu)
Redirecting the lightning into writing
And I'm out here spitting heat (Hi-ya)

No rider for me
See me riding the beat (Uh-huh)
Singing high notes in key
And I'm high-key a beast (Aye)
If you ain't tryna be beat (Nah)
You can hide in the trees (What)

My hide's like a diamond, you can find me
Eighty-one scales on my back, 여의주 in my teeth (Sheesh)
I'll eat you if there's beef (Hah)
Don't go on and get your Dad involved
This ain't no Dragon Ball-Z, uh (Kamehameha)

You don't want to start a D-war
Get flamed when I record
Pull up on the squad, and I'll make sure that you gon' meet your
Maker like the booth was made of C4 (Uh-huh)
When I get on the road, I send these rappers on a detour (Tell 'em)

Me and Eddie got the Dragon Style (Yo, wassup)
We the ones they ran to dial
Other rappers laggin' and land in piles of crap and bile (Bong, bong)
We're the ones that bag the Baos
No cabana manakins, but I've been standing up
While you just stan and smile (Uh)

Yeah, stan and smile, I've been at it for awhile
I chill with Buddha monks and the owls like I'm up in Shao
This industry got many fouls, got me full of doubt
How do I play this rigged game when my fans are out, uh?

Goin' all out like we went to Vegas
We takin' in the whole pot, that's why the people all hate us
Takin' all our shots raw, we don't need any chasers
Mind just keeps racing on, maybe soon we'll be famous

Seven chambers, together they make the Dragon Balls
Gonna grant some wishes, we boutta make the call
Touring the world, sharpen our swords
Give back to the poor, these artists really gotta do more

As far as I can see, I'm the one who got the China heat
I'm the one they tryna be, don't need to hide in privacy
Feel it in your feet, to understand me
You need to die and reach
'Cause homie, this gon' be my dynasty