Buddha Finga - Intellectual

[Intro]

He wanted you to learn

The secret style of the Shaolin Buddha Finger

Because only that style is capable of defeating Yao Feng

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-legged 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

Buddha Finger Style, let 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 clouds

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

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

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

Putting work most my life, so I've earned the 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!