Buddha Finga

[Intro]
He wanted you to learn
The secret style of the Shaolin Buddha Finger
Because only that style is capable of defeating Yao Feng

[Verse 1]
Closed casket results from my martial arts reaction
My faction take action break you down like fractions
Drop everlasting like middle class taxing
And Madame Tussauds is the only girl you waxing
Bad legs swagger sharper than a [?] dagger
Say what you want, your vocab don't really matter
My girl ass fat and my stacks even fatter
My nigga I'm the shit you can sip what's in my bladder

[Verse 2]
Buddha Finger Style, let's the prowl goes wild
I can whip your ass anywhere like you my child
Opinions don't matter 'cause my family so proud
Only twenty years old already surpassed the cloud
Samurai sword had it made while it's pain
Dragon face handle breaths fire on your brain
You know when I'm coming 'cause the sky starts to rain
And you can't sleep at night 'cause I'm whispering your name

[Verse 3]
Blood type W, what's the world coming to?
I gets no recognition for the shit that I be spitting
These hard-ass writtens, take a second and y'all should listen
How can I go too hard when I'm the son of U-God
Fuck the soft new shit, this my raw true shit
This is my exclusive interpretation of Wu shit
If hip-hop got a problem let me be the resolution
True music in my veins if you need a transfusion

[Break]
Were you just using the Wu-Tang school method against me?

[Verse 4]
Putting work most my life, so I [?] right
To rep that motherfucking W in plain sight
It's tattered on my neck, it's gon' be tattered on my wife
And my kids, how I live, it's a fucking birthright, nigga!