Planet Asia, Milano Constantine - Nag Champa lyrics

Yo, No weaponry shall prosper
Or penetrate what I accomplish
Peace to the conscious
My true and living sponsors
We block stompers top, fucking mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just
Frankincense and nag champas

Uh, I'm here with Evidence and Asia
My decadence is major
Fluorescent when I came in
El Dorado cool breeze
Learn that from the players
Burping when I'm tasting
That champagne on occasions
Better pan on the Lakers
Planning their invasion
Ancient aliens, hoping out the mother ship
Fiends knew mе by my government
Right wherе the oven went
Bass and percussion hit
Sort of like Gordon Liu
Keep the mic with me portable
Nigga you gonna lose imma keep fronting
Mongolian eagle hunter nigga writing fly
Always giving the people thunder
My moms ran illegal numbers
Apartment on York Ave
Getting off to snort fast
Niggas want the format
I'm holding up my war staff
Wood from the rain forest
Babalaos prayed on it
Streets got my brains haunted
Heavy weight, Mr olympia, my chain brolic
We really on it, when applying the force
We in the lobby getting high
With the grimey decor
Yeah, we used to cop dimes
Out of variety stores my rhyming is pure
Always give you that nineties allure
(tell 'em)


No weaponry shall prosper
Or penetrate what I accomplish
Peace to the conscious
My true and living sponsors
We block stompers top, fucking mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just
Frankincense and nag champas

In the frame with the heckler and koch
I'm in the game with all the extras and plots
Dropped Teslas, I'm investing in stock
It's real life it's not wrestling awk
So keep it street, if it's beef
Than I'm pressing your Pops'
I'm an elite, five stars for the glory
Post traumatic survivor reaping the darkness
From tribal wars that came before me
It's even darker than that
Pitch black when I'm flashing on lame cats
I flame cats that' tend to act with me
Five fifty nine it's that simply
Don't be that rap victim
To find out my niggas act different
Armor with the karma of Bodhidharma
A lot of artists got abandoned at birth
So now it's time to know they father
Quiet and calm, watch me light up a bomb
Infiltrate this industry, my infantry
Camouflaged and firearms, sirens and alarms
Violence from the will be swift
Don't matter in the night or in morn'
It's a gift


No weaponry shall prosper
Or penetrate what I accomplish
Peace to the conscious
My true and living sponsors
We block stompers top, fucking mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just
Frankincense and nag champas