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letra de shaolin iron claw - kashmere

it’s like…
practicing my crescent kick
on the apex of a pyramid

[hook] x2
the shaolin iron claw, raw style (yeah you know it)
hurricane kick, your head is on the floor (focus!)
see me practicing my sk!lls on a mountain (for real?)
improving at rates unknown to your doubting

[verse 1]
yo, the shaolin iron claw, that’s the style for the session
a motherfucker like me does not need a bladed weapon
my hands are like [?] swords, sharp and concise
while you motherfuckers are scared of the dark of the night
i keep my shit down low, (say what?) stealth like a ninja
then k!ll you unexpected it all happened in a flicker (in a second)
moving swifter with every -ss-ssination
nicknamed the black plague to annihilate the nation like
born on the dark side of the moon
i’m vibing off doom, you can’t handle it, stay inside in your room
travelling on a dark cloud, storming up your city
while you sitting ducks drown in my pool of acidity
backing the wine, i get drunk and change technique
spit on you once and raise you off your feet
my martial art techniques are like the mark of the beast
so recognise the new shit and spread the word on the streets

[verse 2]
the beat is [satanist mean, bob saltine?]
k!ller drum scheme, motherfuckers get creamed
sounding like spinning bowl sticks, smashing your bones
rhymes are even worse, don’t fuck with me homes
you know my boy skep practices the art of ninjitsu
elevated spinning scissor locking on you punk crews
when it comes to them beats, yo he’s the man you hear (check it!)
fuck with him and get your head tapped like a can of beer
night and morning, see me attacking like the flying swordsmen
sparing children and shit, but still leave ’em orphan
as i release endorphins, i see you people gawping
’till i dismember your arms like steve austin (it’s bionic)
crazier than a fox, my shit drops
like a ton of bricks on your motherfucking brain box
and the survey said you’re dead
fatal flying guillotine fist chops off your fucking head

yo shouts out to the last skeptik, bolo and jaguar one

[outro] x2
microphone check one two one two
blindfolded and lean i take out your whole crew
it’s all in the mind, don’t believe me? it’s true!
yo who are you?
kashmere iguana man
that’s who you’re talking to

peace!

“straight from the brain i be giving you the pain”

- kashmere

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