Man from Hokuto

Verse 1:
Vince Vega. On the crapper since SEGA. Shit neighbour. Fathers watch on the kangaroo Butch! (Pulp Fiction). They try clock onto what the Hanzo do, Look! Can't see me! Cena, I’m Tajiri? No! No! No! No! Go-Jira! Gold chica. Expose cheeks wha! Mi-wa?! She said say something so I tell her kinesis (Telekinesis). We're intelligent species. Leaking. Pelican briefings. Under my spell the pendulum leaving. My pen cerebellum relieving. "Science ~ Bitch!" Einsteinian secrets. Find me on sea ships. Barrel of rum and nine of the finest Rieslings. Also dimes with peaches. Where every bite's the sweetest. Try find another rhymer with my kind of keenest. I wait! you guys are Kleenex. The might, might linger for days. I like my points after the digits like five finger fillets

Verse 2:
Raps don’t come with an off switch. Tracks rip through areas like Magneto out in Auschwitz. What's lit? It's all smoke like a joss stick. Mind's a terrible thing to waste even though I lost it! They want features like "No worries what the cost is." Until I give them a price, they no longer want script. I got spit. For centuries, the centurion from Lon-Don bitch! "Science" Universal, I'm Dulph Lund-gren big! But it's Han-ZOmb kid. My en-semble sick. Slicker than John Wick. The genre I'm in. Hard to the core like '89 Jean (Van Damme) mid. I top this. Game no frosting. Reiz is the rock Thing. Time for the clubber, no Lang, Hanzo rock ring. Adriaaaaaaaaaaaan, ninja, ninpo, art darts shadow boxing. "Bang!"