Yeah Right

Studio cookin', wok sittin' on the flame,

Panda eats bamboo, I’m digestin’ the game.

Jade dragons whisper, gold chains clatter,

Alchemy turn rhymes, make ‘em drip like batter.

Yeah right, you hear the beat, you feel the crawl,

Ancient scrolls unroll, and the bassline brawl.

Grit and grind, a phoenix in the night,

Smoke stacks rising, yeah, we take flight.

Chopsticks grip this flow so tight,

Word soup sour but the power ignites.

Dragon dance with a Dirty South sway,

Green smoke curlin’, keep the demons at bay.

Kimchi kick while the fortune drums roll,

East meets West, spill the soul in the bowl.

Fortunes carved out, sharp as a jade fan,

Dropped in the valley of kings, where it began.

Yeah right, you hear the beat, you feel the crawl,

Ancient scrolls unroll, and the bassline brawl.

Grit and grind, a phoenix in the night,

Smoke stacks rising, yeah, we take flight.

Great Wall vibes, vibes that climb infinite,

Sword slice clean through the trivial and intricate.

Magpies chirp, gossip ‘bout the rhythm’s sway,

Trap beats spread wide, across the Milky Way.