Lyrical Kung Fu (feat. Feng Shui Fanny)

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Ayo, it's Feng Shui Fanny and Bogalence
Here we go
You ready for this?
Lyrical Kung Fu, hey
(Bogalence!)
Big bands, talking like I top the Forbes
Putting fours up, I'm tryna make it off the war
For better or worse
It ain't the way it was before
But its a fact: B. Skiddy rock the world
I'm 'boutta go
Ham like Peter porker, man stop
Get shot with my sock-em bopper bottle rocket
All them Boggy beats is automatic
Actually ask for a beat from me, you gonna have it
Only if the real ones out there keep rapping
B. Skiddy collab, yep, its finna happen
1-800-facts is how to practice
That's how to max the track, it's like that kid
Wax on, wax off on tracks
That's that Lyrical Kung Fu
Got a friend that's a black belt
Yeah, I'm finna chuck him on the asphalt
Yeah, I'm gonna show him what it do
Money infused, how I'm gonna have it
Take your race time half it, Imma run it up you
Run it up like taxes, I live in Texas
B. Skiddy ate up the track for breakfast
(Yeah)
Feng Shui Fanny with Skiddy B. (skrrt!)
Zen master with Kobe Bean (what?)
In the dojo that's a promised smack (yeah)
It ain't Sojo but it's a Thomas track (uh)
Trying to get more, like Martel at Tours
Chasing out the Moors, chasing back the floor
I'mma be Frank, I Ain't B-rank
Hoop dreams, better call bank
Better call Saul, 'cause I pass bars
Better stand tall, 'cause I reach stars
Call me a logician, I be making charts
Fanish Inquisition, a king of hearts
Not a hair, you see, not a fair M.C.
Not a parody, my guarantee
Not a messed up word, throwing up your hands
Cash out what you earn, pay me in advance
Now it's time to learn, turn 'em into Fans
B Skiddy out of trouble again
I'm going for another dub again
I'm 'bout to get back all the time that I really wasn't him
I'm tryna wind back time I spent, its muscle memory
Man, quit moving backwards
If it don't change things, Imma go ham like a snack board
Imma make plans that ain't half bad
Every time I write it all down, it gets half worse (half worse!)
B. Skiddy on a different trajectory
I got living ahead of me
And I'm waiting and ready and I got
Lame cook boys that I call my brethren
We may not know exactly how but we gon' do it together
I know there ain't nothin better, no matter the weather
I win with ink and a feather, I'm writing a letter
It's tougher than leather, but I can be better
It's only an option
I take stock, stop and drop hits
Mama, watch this
Wax on, wax off on tracks
That's that Lyrical Kung Fu
Got a friend that's a black belt
Yeah, I'm finna chuck him on the asphalt
Yeah, I'm gonna show him what it do
Money infused, how I'm gonna have it
Take your race time half it, Imma run it up you
Run it up like taxes, I live in Texas
B. Skiddy ate up the track for breakfast
Wax on, wax off on tracks
That's that Lyrical Kung Fu
Got a friend that's a black belt
Yeah, I'm finna chuck him on the asphalt
Yeah, I'm gonna show him what it do
Money infused, how I'm gonna have it
Take your race time half it, Imma run it up you
Run it up like taxes, I live in Texas
B. Skiddy ate up the track for breakfast

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