SHOGUN

Yeah, yeah, yeah Shogun nigga, shogun Just another day with some village niggas Wolfpack, wolves, panther dogs, and gorillas Freeze frame, Dean Caine like master splinter Life some days be feeling like a wood chipper I can still serve the jitsu and some Burke slippers 6lpha dog like Balrog so don't even enter I stab my hater with my sword and I leave it in him Hope it ain't no blood dripping on my Japanese denim Win or lose, either way, you ain't fucking with us Plus we cut different brush gold glistening Blunt smoke hitting, weather cold feeling like a diamond froze kitchen Psilocybion saiyan see my aura, help me listen The facts feel fake, the real taste like fiction Prison to a prism, take your orphan portion Your stomach's full, but your hands is smelling like extortion Fatality to morality to release endorphins Tunnel vision to stay focused on what's important You ever hear of Megalodon killed by a swordfish Take your orphan portion So Captain Crunch rushed through the brunch Milk mustache looking grown and tough Like I could buy a corner store blunts Baby face, they don't think I'm old enough They might as well I got the golden touch Pearl from a clam when I'm rolling up SEW brother providing the fire 700 backwards got gold in my eye Killer shoes for the eye job Money bags coming pronto Tropical island on the photo Yaphet Kodo in a polo It's getting spooky, can't get kabuki When the sun's down the wolves out If you know what's good don't look in the woods All you see is eyes shine from the teeth Cause it's dinner time and all my wolves gotta eat So take your orphan portion nigga Yeah, take your orphan portion Shogun signing out I'm out in Asia with a geisha plus my moulin rouge Snobby Rose plus her ex was Too Wong foo I thank my girl for the food manchu Baby face Nelson and Im posted with cool hand SEW Sensei Dean, me and Scoop I said my prayers and now I'm through I see Kemetic gold SH to the O The wolf for the gun, it's all love though Miami fancy frolicking where the doves go Every real nigga just really need a hug bro Mop the ones that can't handle the thug soul The ruggish or the bone I'm a godfather now call me sholuv Corleone Asking for digits, now we talking on the cordless phone If you near a closet then hang this up Speak to the dial tone Chef Caine flip the beat like a calzone You can never take the style, my life I own No I'm not a droid Everything that looks robotic always is a toy Helicopters and cop sirens It's white noise for young boys I'm out in Asia with a geisha plus my moulin rouge I'm out in Asia with a geisha plus my moulin rouge Mop the ones that can't handle the thug soul The ruggish or the bone I'm out in Asia with a geisha S-H to the O Wolf for the gun, it's all love though I'm out in Asia with a geisha Sensei Dean, me and Scoop I'm out in Asia with a geisha