Omid Walizadeh, Luckyiam.PSC, Slug, Aceyalone, Murs - Live From Tokyo lyrics

Motion sensors, we the answer
Answering when I’m addressing testing
That’s a no no
Over-confident when I’m in session
MURS and Seven Lucky I Acey l-o-n-e speaking
Tightest North Americans
Arrogant to weaklings
I'm a bad dude and a great guy
And I don’t lie to the homies
When I spot the i’m on top
And rarely ever lonely
Only knowing what they show me
'Cuz I never really trust ’em
I’m accustomed to the pampering promoters
Slide through customs to speak upon you MCs
Is discussions about nothing
I mean giving you that pub
Is like publicists for nothing
And that don’t happen
When I’m rapping keep your trap shut
And don’t act up and don’t act tough
Lucky nigga always calls your bluff, bitch

I feel like half of a man
All in this foreign land
Living half of my life out of a touring van
Half a scam in my pocket
Half-cocked ready to rock it
And half of these fans probably wish
That I would stop it

Slug’s too emotional
Too personal with vocals
No room to be hopeful with
A spoonful of chokeholds
Hold the issues, whether or not you like
That’s the rhythm of my life until
You bitches drop your mics

Tight ropes, watch your step
My quotes, keep 'em wet
High low, no spot to sit
Just wanna breathe and be content
Stuck in the middle of a scream and a giggle
I dream in watercolor
Wake up to paint up the riddles

As little as you stand for
As much as you speak
I can’t believe the answers you keep
Between your cheeks tell you what
Just keep that fat hole in your face shut
Wait for us to give the word
And when it comes, raise up

In the land of Japan, but I'm not Japanese
I’m Nigganese and I out rap
MCs, so nigga please
Don’t give me no static, I’m a-u-t-o matic
I rearrange and change the course of the
Force every time I spat it

Mon dai nai, one day I
Could say I rocked in every
Place that’s underneath these skies
And these guys that I’m with
They really don’t take no shit
This skill’ll hit you in yo dome
Just like a judo kick
Trains, planes, automobiles and skills
It’s hard to count the mass amount
Of all these caps I peeled
All these raps I build
All these tracks I killed
No fancy shmancy frills, life is fucking real

Tell it to your homeboys
Your homegirls and your cousins
We does what they doesn’t cDs by the dozens
And one day you gon' recognize
Until then you will sleep shit is deep
Now take this song as something you can keep

What if I spot you, stop you
Dropped and mopped you
Throw you in the corner and
Rick Flair chop you like the Nature Boy
While you more like a little ass geisha boy
A replacement toy to my
Buzz Lightyear: Space Ranger i place anger
Deep within a sequence of events
To make you relinquish your common sense
I’m intense like a handful of flavor crystals
The shit I spit hit's so close to home
Just like your neighbor’s pistol
Aim and whistle

A soliloquy you enemies
No sympathy when I exert my energy
It’s like there was ten of me and one of you
What you gonna do i get down
Rip now quick now
Spit rounds right in front of you
Acey just blew your wig back
Now imagine when I’m running through
When gunning you with word play
"MURS ain’t as tight as he used to be"
I could give a fuck what them nerds say
I heard they love the cock like Silent Bob
A violent mob
A one man gang that’s on the job
I’ll clobber you i’ll bash you
Thrash you i’m rad
The one who fucked your sister
Put a fist up to your dad and
Know it makes you mad
This fun that I’m having
These mics that I’m grabbing