Bruce Lee Lyrics - Black Belt Theatre - Planet Asia

- Planet Asia and various other comments] 

(Oh shit! 

'State, Aiyo that's Bruce Lee, my nigga! 

Aiyo, Bruce! 

Aiyo, shit that nigga got an afro too, my dude 

(That's really motherfuckin' Bruce Lee!) 

Aiyo, I knew yo' ass wasn't dead, my nigga! 

Teach me some shit... move my chi 

Fuck one of you niggas up...) 

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1 - Planet Asia] 

Yo 

Back in your section, everything goes in this battle 

Chinatown wars, Chinese connection 

Comic book Coogi color, cloth kente 

Five Percent-ey, avenge the death of the sensei 

Break out the bad guy, so I can kill 'em with styles 

I've been honing my craft so long I got spiderwebs on my blend tapes 

In shape like a ape, fresh off the Himalyan mountains 

Wylin' off bananas and grapes 

Cop diesel, OG Bubba and Sour Diesel 

Skies burn, 'cause nigga it's my turn like Steezo 

Steady-B mentality, cool seek propositions 

It's for my killas in the streets without a pot to piss in 

Don divas, calm leaders, beyond eager 

Golden glove thugs, bob and weavers 

You just a non-believer that's hating, 'cause I done hit 

Every House of Blues, the only thing left is coliseums 

Another loose leaf, who's chief? 

Give you a two-piece 

To the beat 

This is Bruce Lee! 

(Jeet-Kune-Do, mother fuckers! 

Get yourself fucked up coming around here! 

Murder one of y'all niggas, man!) 

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Righteous roundhouse, Deathblow dojo 

King of the dumb-out, I'm on my Bruce Lee mojo 

Breaking bricks there's money to get 

Or get your money stripped 

We revolve around scientists 

Another looseleaf, who's chief? 

Give you the two-piece 

Nocuit, nigga 

2 - Rasco] 

(Nigga, that is not no Bruce Lee, that's Jim Kelly, man!) 

Chop suey, you're andouille, ya backflip 

Double stack grip, play games, smash shit 

Cartoons get smacked soon, we black goons 

Get in tune, these niggas soft like sand dunes 

Cats get it, they bowing down, the god spit it 

The odd digit is seven, dog, you last minute 

Stay ahead of these wack lames, exact range 

Pointed right at your eyeball, we fly y'all 

Better look to the sky y'all we up there 

Roll a Benz, you ask mama for bus fare 

In the plush where, you really should rush there 

Burn your whole click, leave nothing but dust there 

Just the tip of the iceberg, we still cold 

Smash dudes and take it out of their billfold 

(What the fuck is wrong niggas, I'mma kill you niggas) 

Righteous roundhouse, Deathblow dojo 

King of the dumb-out, I'm on my Bruce Lee mojo 

Breaking bricks there's money to get 

Or get your money stripped 

We revolve around scientists 

Another looseleaf, who's chief? 

Give you the two-piece 

Nocuit, nigga 

3 - Chace Infinite] 

Fly as a falcon in a cockpit 

Flying cranes, guillotines 

Breaking down K's with chopsticks 

Obnoxious African arts, nigga my reflex sharp 

I roundhouse Abdul-Jabar 

I achieve doctrines, Wu shu postures 

Two-piece, backhand niggas with no problem 

Master of any street you know 

Come see the Jeet-Kune Do 

Iron fist lunge, lethal blow 

Every nigga on the street should know 

'Cuh-razy, not karate', putting holes in your body 

You tough niggas is the first to get shot in the party 

While I'm smoking like the samurai, Afro 

Taking heads, discipline my enemies 

Fuck that, I paint the town red 

With the remains of y'all 

Really it's not a game at all 

Bruce Lee, nigga, sweat suit, gold chain and all 

(That's some heavy shit 

Let me explain something to you, Super Nigga 

I don't answer questions, I ask 'em 

Even if I did know who killed that jive-ass brother of yours 

What make you think I'm going to tell you? 

Get your black ass, off of my joint 

Before we beat you, like a rented mule)