Bruce Lee - Planet Asia, Chace Infinite, Rasco

(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…)

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!)

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

No biscuit, nigga

Bruce Lee

(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

No biscuit, nigga

Bruce Lee

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)