Jackie Chan flips, got a weird taste like Pakistan chips
Track and field meets were the only time that you ran shit
Kick rhymes, my style hit like jet-li kickin stunt doubles
South central shot, use potatoes to keep the shot muffled
Where I'm at, you'll get stretched like U-Turns and Jughandles
Out of the ordinary like female UGG sandals
Smokin a blunt, competition get laid back like drop tops
Inserted in a box singin over him throwin hot shots
My favorite part about the meeting was when it concluded
I walked off, put on my beats and started writing music
Doctor calls me insane but I call me Dr. Strange
Makin magic appear from my hands wit a mic and a tape
K.knowledge be the ancient one movin time wit his tracks
I make it easier for science fans to interact!
I can flatline wit landmines required to pop wit landlines
IM JUST JOKING, cut loose ends to avoid jail time
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li
I'll leave the next rapper stretched near the left hand corner
My style cut like manicures, make both hands shorter
F*ck liquor, but I'll sip champagne at Spyders wedding
Shit ain't the same when you let outsiders control the setting
Champion wit no belt just a champion when I lay a verse
Double digit numbers for rappers I'm placing on a shirt
Razor in the mouth, cut my lower lip by accident
Niggas don't even pay electric the way they flashing shit!
Back to the trip, pull up with the zip unpacking shit
I keep an extra 3 in my pocket when ever I'm packin it
Half of my style is Rick Rude cuz my flows ravishing
Always switch spots wit my rook that's called "castling"
Spit bars at ya hard drive til it crash and it cuts off
You lyin, holdin that chicken til ya mans want his duck sauce
Hiroshima, I go the f*ck off
I'll open you up like backwoods rollin the guts off
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li steel
Joel Jungle & K.Knowledge - Jet-Li Jungle Lyrics
Joel Jungle & K.Knowledge - Jet-Li Jungle Lyrics
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Jackie Chan flips, got a weird taste like Pakistan chips
Track and field meets were the only time that you ran shit
Kick rhymes, my style hit like jet-li kickin stunt doubles
South central shot, use potatoes to keep the shot muffled
Where I'm at, you'll get stretched like U-Turns and Jughandles
Out of the ordinary like female UGG sandals
Smokin a blunt, competition get laid back like drop tops
Inserted in a box singin over him throwin hot shots
My favorite part about the meeting was when it concluded
I walked off, put on my beats and started writing music
Doctor calls me insane but I call me Dr. Strange
Makin magic appear from my hands wit a mic and a tape
K.knowledge be the ancient one movin time wit his tracks
I make it easier for science fans to interact!
I can flatline wit landmines required to pop wit landlines
IM JUST JOKING, cut loose ends to avoid jail time
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li
I'll leave the next rapper stretched near the left hand corner
My style cut like manicures, make both hands shorter
F*ck liquor, but I'll sip champagne at Spyders wedding
Shit ain't the same when you let outsiders control the setting
Champion wit no belt just a champion when I lay a verse
Double digit numbers for rappers I'm placing on a shirt
Razor in the mouth, cut my lower lip by accident
Niggas don't even pay electric the way they flashing shit!
Back to the trip, pull up with the zip unpacking shit
I keep an extra 3 in my pocket when ever I'm packin it
Half of my style is Rick Rude cuz my flows ravishing
Always switch spots wit my rook that's called "castling"
Spit bars at ya hard drive til it crash and it cuts off
You lyin, holdin that chicken til ya mans want his duck sauce
Hiroshima, I go the f*ck off
I'll open you up like backwoods rollin the guts off
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li steel
Track and field meets were the only time that you ran shit
Kick rhymes, my style hit like jet-li kickin stunt doubles
South central shot, use potatoes to keep the shot muffled
Where I'm at, you'll get stretched like U-Turns and Jughandles
Out of the ordinary like female UGG sandals
Smokin a blunt, competition get laid back like drop tops
Inserted in a box singin over him throwin hot shots
My favorite part about the meeting was when it concluded
I walked off, put on my beats and started writing music
Doctor calls me insane but I call me Dr. Strange
Makin magic appear from my hands wit a mic and a tape
K.knowledge be the ancient one movin time wit his tracks
I make it easier for science fans to interact!
I can flatline wit landmines required to pop wit landlines
IM JUST JOKING, cut loose ends to avoid jail time
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li
I'll leave the next rapper stretched near the left hand corner
My style cut like manicures, make both hands shorter
F*ck liquor, but I'll sip champagne at Spyders wedding
Shit ain't the same when you let outsiders control the setting
Champion wit no belt just a champion when I lay a verse
Double digit numbers for rappers I'm placing on a shirt
Razor in the mouth, cut my lower lip by accident
Niggas don't even pay electric the way they flashing shit!
Back to the trip, pull up with the zip unpacking shit
I keep an extra 3 in my pocket when ever I'm packin it
Half of my style is Rick Rude cuz my flows ravishing
Always switch spots wit my rook that's called "castling"
Spit bars at ya hard drive til it crash and it cuts off
You lyin, holdin that chicken til ya mans want his duck sauce
Hiroshima, I go the f*ck off
I'll open you up like backwoods rollin the guts off
Open up a swisher, twist it, feel the lord's forgiveness
Smoke dreams of being in Time Square spittin fitness
Ocean blue Chevy caprice sittin on dream wheels
My style sharper than a nigga aim wit Jet-Li steel
Writer: Isidro Hernandez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid