Language Arts Lyrics - Singles - Arsonists

[Verse One: Q-Unique] 

Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop 

Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop 

Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan 

Since I've studied techniques just to drop the kata bomb 

With Jeet Kune flow, way of the intercepting rhyme 

Battle to the last breath or till my adversary declines 

I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl 

The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino 

Unorthodox over traditional I may condone it 

Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off your opponent 

Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap stance 

Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance 

You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi 

I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me 

Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left 

So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all pray for death 

Train till the sample's done. flip with weight like Samo Hung 

No need to handle guns, watch and see me make this mammal run 

At the end of it all, I'll retire undefeated 

Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five Rings for you to read it 

[Chorus 2x: Q-Unique] 

Training, balance 

Focus, challenge 

Meditate, silence 

Skill, talent 

Broken patterns 

Have a seat and play your part 

You must learn to accept defeat 

"Check my language arts" 

[Verse Two: Q-Unique] 

(Ha ha ha ha ha..) 

We meet again young Choy 

I will now take you down with the six steps of b-boy 

There is no way you'll overcome my 1200 turning techniques 

or take out my pen-fist punchlines, your beginner styles are too weak 

My fat cap burner kicks'll go over your toy throw-ups 

You have a lot of guts, I'm even suprised you showed up 

but still.. we'll write fight to the first strike or rhyme battle to the very end 

And if I am to die, my loyal students will take the revenge 

Direct confrontation with Grandmaster number seven 

Push past and catch a blast from my right fist of legend 

In a kombat with mortals I play the part of Lui Kang 

Confuse you like Manderan slang and balance out the hip-hop like Yin Yang 

Chasing fallen rap monks till they run far 

Have me resort to animal instincts like Hung Gar and Flung a ninja star 

Aimed at the head of an A&R white belt whose fight felt unskilled 

Surrounded by a class of records execs and got them killed 

Taste my own blood a lash out in a rage 

My 'bo staff' is the microphone stand, my 'dojo' is the stage 

It's the year of the Q, mark that on your calendar 

A double clap at the end of the battle means bring on the next challenger 

(Chorus 4x)