Yuxiang

Friday night fried it up with that Yuxiang
I'm feeling right gotta flip it like the Wu Tang
I'm outta sight and prolific when I do thangs
I gotta care of my business like the phone rang

I'm out here feeling like Pacino when I got heat
I gotta hunger for inari with the crab meat
Yeah I'm a man on a mission with a mean streak
I gotta break ground when I'm stepping on the concrete

Now I be flying through the city like I'm Chun-Li
The blue tracksuit out here on the mean street
You better take your ten paces when you see me
My fans all waiting patiently for the repeat

Now everybody talking at me I don't hear a thang
I'm eating dinner getting fatter 'til the lady sang
I pull the trigger I do deliver the gun bang and
Now I gotta fry it all up with the Yuxiang

The temperatures high get sent to the fire
I'm in the stu' cooking soul food the tempura fried
cssembled with rice emcees here the flow then get tempted to bite
I've spent nights filling pages 'til the pen doesn't write

Such is life I've been stuck in this vice
Juggling dreams and reality to double my price
I let pride get me hyped off a couple of likes
Chasing the mainstream dream got me trouble and strife

Subtle is nice but true flavours only come from the spice
So of course I got the sauce flow smothers the mic
Puffin' butter smooth bud keeps me buzzin' precise
Rum with the ice in my right while I'm writing down metaphores

See I don't think they ready for us I got heavy thoughts
I'd be damned if the flows stop let the levee fall
Tried to make a way to get my dogs out the resivoir
More food for thought you got the sauce then just let it pour