Bruce Lee lyrics

[Verse One: XV]
Ladies got a passion for button mashing
They always tappin' X
Grab your shoes and pack your sh*t
Then I hit the LAX
Yes I swear that they call me Fresh Prince of the KS
Cause I fill up/Phillip Banks and throw chickens out like Jazzy Jeff
Used to pushup on hoes back when I didn't have no chest
Now I do pullups on those cause they know I got a rep
Yep
So keep in mind when I leave this rhyme
I'm Jackie Chan on mine, no CGI effects
Killin' sh*t on wax
Mr. Miyagi the flow yo
Ain't no need to practice but I'm all about my doe Joe/dojo
You copy what I Cop, I call you n*ggas Robo
You shop in South Houston and I shop out in Soho
So go and get your own style jockin' me, that's homo
How can you get money in skinny jeans?
I don't need no nerd glasses, motherf*cker I can see
Hopefully, you can too cause no one do it like V
Look

[Hook: XV] {x2}
Y'all better know who he with
Yep, I'm on my Bruce Lee sh*t
Can I kick it (yep!)
Well can I kick it (yep!)
Can I kick it (yep!)
So let me kick it (yep!)
[Verse Two: Erik Flowchild]
I'm like...hiyah
Let me take you higher
Lyrically, the black belt, yours is lookin' whiter
You are not a writer
Matter of fact you're stuck
I'm a little Lamborghini, see I open doors up
Yep
You never heard of
The child of the flow who's unlimited with words
And mister with her last night
Heard she wasn't ? she gave me that ass twice
Make the synonym for murderer
So assassinate me b*tch
Like I'm little Lil' Wayne
But your sorry little brain will never comprehend
Whenever I'm on the AM
I see, I see
You just want an icey wrist
But you ain't in the mix with these rappers
You ain't in the mix? How the hell you get a master
This? You bast*rds
Sit, let the pen stay
Yeah, I'm Canadian but you ain't got no sense

[Hook]