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letra de 5 tier dynasty - terrestrial, hanchi techz

[chorus; mc gilchrist & terrestrial hanchi techz]
drop a rendezvous pin, so i can enter that state of jet lag-less sunshine
i landed at port 0340, at nakamoto base they call me the hms hanchi
waves are lappin’ at my bowl, i ship myself woozy
life at okinawa’s bay ain’t not easy, i’m just waiting for a fair fight, k-mite!
can’t let myself rock the cel boat, i’d rather go kamikaze
i will leave my trail behind but i don’t kick out my feet, with no ushiro
i got caught and got ko-uke lock my head, start afresh (seasick)
i’m starting again, i’ll call my armstrong friend a gym chime, this time

[verse 1: mc gilchrist]
i learned a lot in my youth, fencing was my forte
like master, like apprentice, just as my plo-at-heart say
on my first mission to okinawa, this wasn’t like 1945 (it ain’t 1945)
heiwa, gentlemen, i come in peace in my life
it’s strange being on a quiet beach head, i better do something about it
i know that’s not what i’m here for, sensei cheketri wouldn’t be proud
if i can’t help others, how can i help myself?
ah, i’m a dreadnaught, i can always lunge a k-mite strike
the stakes are high, the weight on my shoulders higher
take grace in my moves, bend my inner fire, smelt a new gi
all smelt like at spelt, that’s where i’d de-fuel my envy
am i the real trim that’s cut-out for this?
i’ve lived my entire life in bliss, now it’s time to dan the black i earned
i learned the honour’s not for me, but for everyone
for sensei, for family, even all my dear piwi
their honour shall never be forgotten!
[chorus; mc gilchrist & terrestrial hanchi techz]
drop a rendezvous pin, so i can enter that state of jet lag-less sunshine
i landed at port 0340, at nakamoto base they call me the hms hanchi
waves are lappin’ at my bowl, i ship myself woozy
life at okinawa’s bay ain’t not easy, i’m just waiting for a fair fight, k-mite!
can’t let myself rock the cel boat, i’d rather go kamikaze
i will leave my trail behind but i don’t kick out my feet, with no ushiro
i got caught and got ko-uke lock my head, start afresh (seasick)
i’m starting-, (k-mite!)

[bridge]
nakamoto’s 4 by 4 walls, are caving in
i asked hanchi, save me, but the writing-
was on etched on the painting, yet, it wasn’t my signature
midnight, both eyes got blacked out, but i ain’t got the cure

[verse 2 – terrestrial hanchi techz]
i had dud transit overflow with okinawa morse-code
i gave interpol intel for a otepoti kan ode (ode to joy)
when i display how gold mantles swing i know they can’t rip an arawaza seam, no
tell em at johnnies that they gotta try ski around my gild for a ohl rodeo
(rodeo), not even a minute they won’t last, yuh
99% cotton gi, press jealousy up over my scapula, (f-ck i’m xolo, mad)
just know that i didn’t over bite goju-ryu fed hand, i’m no dracula
reminiscing on when i was cooking the 9-0-1-0, serve fields a case closed, yah

- terrestrial hanchi techz

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