Language Arts lyrics

Artist  : Arsonists 
Song : Language Arts



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[Verse One: Q-Unique]
Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence
of hip-hop
Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop
Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan
Since I've studied techniques just to drop the
kata bomb
With Jeet Kune flow, way of the intercepting
rhyme
Battle to the last breath or till my adversary
declines
I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly
spinning vinyl
The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a
krylon wino
Unorthodox over traditional I may condone it
Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off
your opponent
Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap stance
Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a
fat chance
You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai
Chi
I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon,
y'all won't fight me
Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have
no flavor left
So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all pray
for death
Train till the sample's done. flip with weight
like Samo Hung
No need to handle guns, watch and see me make
this mammal run
At the end of it all, I'll retire undefeated
Live by the mountain side and write a book of
Five Rings for you to read it

[Chorus 2x: Q-Unique]
Training, balance
Focus, challenge
Meditate, silence
Skill, talent
Broken patterns
Have a seat and play your part
 
You must learn to accept defeat
'Check my language arts'

[Verse Two: Q-Unique]
(Ha ha ha ha ha..)
We meet again young Choy
I will now take you down with the six steps of
b-boy
There is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning
techniques
or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner
styles are too weak
My fat cap burner kicks'll go over your toy
throw-ups
You have a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you
showed up
but still.. we'll write fight to the first strike
or rhyme battle to the very end
And if I am to die, my loyal students will take
the revenge
Direct confrontation with Grandmaster number
seven
Push past and catch a blast from my right fist of
legend
In a kombat with mortals I play the part of Lui
Kang
Confuse you like Manderan slang and balance out
the hip-hop like Yin Yang
Chasing fallen rap monks till they run far
Have me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar
and Flung a ninja star
Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose
fight felt unskilled
Surrounded by a class of records execs and got
them killed
Taste my own blood a lash out in a rage
My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 'dojo'
is the stage
It's the year of the Q, mark that on your
calendar
A double clap at the end of the battle means
bring on the next challenger

(Chorus 4x)