I got a better rating after blazing beats
They call me Supaninjah with a quicka spit
Than ya boy’s trigga finga with the heat
Come to my street…rather my road
Battle these hoes…send ‘em all home
Get packin…I’m priceless with prose
Rose outta concrete…or in my case the beach
Oh you know the Ganja ree’s never outta reach
When I point the people love to stop and stare
Cause my persona is like Bruce Lee with Rasta Hair
I’m tryin to connect to the people like dirty politicians
I’m wishin…that my shark style will kill all these fishes
My mission statement states that I am something great
When it’s wartime…bong rips and I am never late
opposition irate when I commentate
Conversate converge…I am lyrically absurd
When I get in the booth and represent for the ‘burbs
As well as the hood, the block, the barrio, the slums
This is for your motha, your father, your son
And just like Ash…I will last till I feel that I’m done
I am not just another one, I am the Tokin Asian
Chiilin in the mix, but not the token Asian
Trying to dominate through digital invasion
Verbally persuading tryna blend and stop separation
I’m tired of being sick and broke
So I’m gonna stick to my shit…as I spit and smoke
Respect the flow…if not respect the throne, boy
I have emerged, surged, purged, rehabilitated and now I’m in the zone, boy
