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The Regiment - Kung Fu Treachery lyrics

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Kung Fu Treachery by The Regiment


(Intro)
What the hell?
(Verse)
They call me dynamite, mainly 'cause of the rama right
I'm that guy, this yo final fight
You might think (?) you this kind of night
I'm apathetic, meanwhile, you're pathetic
I'm bout jokes of public setting, laughing, but I don't get it
Come measure with me, give em hell, sits moved the sick in jail
I'll beat you, whipped with belts, better yet, grab a sword
Go and stick yoself
Spit game like I'm Gigafelt, you might wanna get some help
I major movement firo, my algae, cuz it is in velt
Hot in it, as I'm Daniel Boom, you can't handle these narrow tunes
You want zap the whole gammit, dude
You gon' need you with every tune
When I said that I damage crews, me flockin' to you
Boomerang, I do that before I walk in the room
(Hook x2)
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
(Let em have it)
(Post-Hook)
Work work work work work
(Who the f**k interrupted my kung fu?!)
Work work work work work
(Verse 2)
Five finger, puma palm, sound the alarm and drop bombs with elbows
And give em target means and shell toes
Brass knuckle yo earlobes, show enough(?), I bring the pain
Laced to go change my warp, my heart, my mind gate exchanged
Damage yo frame and leave shame to that name
The temple from where you came to yours bound to sink
You brag about your well fare, everything they gain
I come through in the stance of the gray
You cobra kaminagi your whole take
?
You'z a rookie, gased up over a fortune cookie
We let em have it
(Hook x2)
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
(Let em have it)
(Post-Hook)
Work work work work work
(Kung Fu Treachery)
Work work work work work
(Verse 3)
Rhyme scheme is more fight night than Michael Jai White
Them pugilist types, been duckin' every punch lines
Like a light skin duckling from the third strike
No mouthguard, king, just wear a suit for the game
Tailor made, aka success ?, wheel power, three piece
Double breasted, paisley grind
Hustle bow tie, with a mind focused on bein' no 1
Come to run, I'm way from them haters and disciplined cover gators
Came to gate us, got ? at the edge of my sleeve
My cufflinks, playa, I hope you're smellin' what we're cookin'
Get a whiff, nose dabbin' with that gangsta handkerchief
(Hook x2)
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
I hit em with that kung-fu treachery
You ain't got the weaponry to get with me
You just an accessory
(Let em have it)
(Post-Hook)
Work work work work work
(Kung Fu Treachery)
Work work work work work
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