Sun Tzu (Black Belt Lyricism)

Since the Year of the Dragon I’ve been fulfilling these prophecies
Opening up hearts & minds,& using mine to stop these soft MCs
Watch & see me open up your throat if you keep yappin
Get your mic took in a most violent manner like carjackin
I’ve perfected my flow spending years in hidden dojos
You can’t fathom infinity, I got no beef with Chronos
First I learned the methods of the Snake then the Crane
Now as long I’m spittin no one’s safe in the game
I ain’t playin- I spit conspiracy theories - matter of fact
I got bookshelves of proof, yeah my data is stacked
I’ve always had bad karma with the cash & the math
But I gotta stash of platinum thoughts and I walk a passionate path
I’ve transcended the concept of impossible
Now I cut through difficulty with ease- don’t become an obstacle
My blade moves through mountains- with the focus of sight
And the silence of night- I’ll leave you blinded by light

I’m the Mad Monk who comes from the stars to spit bars
Bring The Art of War to the wack who attack the Word of God

You get defeated with the energy you try to expend
I mark the Year Of The Dragon, the beginning and the end

Each bar is part of a 16-pointed Chinese star
I got enemies watching, but I know who you are
You won’t get too far with the flow when your MO’s to fake it
I study my opponent- I know your move before you make it
This is the mystery of chessboxin’ – I got you boxed in
Yeah it’s conscious rap but the cure always contains some of the toxin
Want your voicebox stomped in? Keep talking-
I’ll turn your path into a bloodbath-unless you keep walking

I’ve studied the philosophies of the East for cultivation
Of patience & virtue- I move without hesitation
A statement can crack a stack of solid bricks with a quickness
I do the impossible in minutes due to my mental fitness
Full of finesse & grace I stay sharp & unique
Speakin a lyrical Five Point Palm Exploding Heart Technique
Pei Mei of rap Wudan Mountain crouching tiger
Hidden dragon-a symbol of Sine, I swing swords of fire
Making minds spiral like a nautilus from the strangeness
I consult the pages of the I Ching, Book Of Changes
Bringin wisdom for ages, I bang heads with grammar hits
So come on the humble, or feel the wrath of the hammer fist
From the wrist to the nail I clench destiny
Rep the 3 degrees of black belt flows if you’re testing me
This is samurai wordplay, my bushido:
I come to give life in the spirit but murder your ego