No Sensei

-No Sensei- Ft. Jordan Clark, King Coop (Heavy)

[Javelin]
You untrained, you ain't, got no, sensei
You want flame well that’s just what I spit aye
You untrained, you ain’t, got no, sensei (x2)
You ain’t got no sense...

Scintillating scent of a lady, on my bed
Sick as hades I slit Mercedes’s eyelids
So she can see me insert the weeny
Stick it in a little bit
& she’s a’bleeding, on my sheets
Even Steven you best bet that we gonna get
Cuz she crept, what did it take to break her neck?
Only the python I call my arm, sleeper hold, night night your times come, bitch
Anyway that’s stupidness, any day soon he’ll sip booze and just forget, what makes him so damn Ruth-e-Less, too super duper loopy in the brain stem, come again, did I really hear him, talk about killin and raping Mercedes, he’s hating on ladies, no way, see, I’m only displaying the crazy
That we all got, from the mall cops, to the tall, dark, handsome, alt-rockers, & the jaw sockers, & the mah fockers who just pop poppers, & the moms wanting to be on toppa, javelins show stopper, hot boxers, rich and pompous talkers, simple sots, jocks & all nodders, to those who nod off, and those who nod heads
To my fresh take
On hip hop shit
Least you listening bitch (x3)

[King Coop]
I need something that’s different, I got Sensei in my mind ain’t slippin it
I’mma do this thing just for us (x2)
I be Sensei, I could call it Sensei (x2)
Imma do this thing just for us
& we ain’t worried bout it. I can do the best..

[Jordan Clark]
(Lyrics not submitted)

[Javelin]
You untrained, you ain't, got no, sensei
You want flame well that’s just what I spit aye
You untrained, you ain’t, got no, sensei (x2)
You ain’t got no sense..

You untrained, you ain’t got no sense aye!
Fuckin with the kid & the B-Raid, gonna get a mean haymaker to your cheap face
...gonna keep pace, with the chase after raps fantastic-er than last year
...gonna heat things, up & get shtoned like a sinner in the way past years
If the gas leaks, imma throw a match, this boy like arson
If I had teeth, I could grow em back then I wouldn’t be starving
For now gotta pull fangs out like a basilisk to stab actors with em, bass ackwards rhythm, so pass the skillet, I’m frying villains, so time’s a million, hope you die crying little miss chameleon, that’s off topic yo Tiz make it stop quick...