UTD, DCQ, Yasiin Bey, Ces - My Kung Fu lyrics

Baba baba baba baba baba
You been so good to me
When I was a little boy you were
The only one I wanted to be
To be like pa duke and ma duke
How much I love the both of you
I know all the strain we been through
But it's of no consequence
Cause we're comin through

Check it
I first studied my kung fu in the Brakalak
In the center of inside that old street shack
This had to be about ten years back
Before I ever even heard of a 24 track
Talkin about you as an MC was not the move
Cause if you said you had skill
Well then you had to show and prove
And if there ever was a party, son yo
I would set it
And tell the DJ run the beat from


(Ultra magnetic) i grab the mic and then
I leave the party buzzin
Tellin all the honeys I
Was Slick Rick's cousin
When they knew I wasn't, but I had no shame
Pa, you know the name
The Mos always had game
Back in the day of the Rap Attack
When brothers knew how to act
Before Glocks and crack
And Vandy C was doin radio shows
And 'crossover' meant that you
Wore your mom's clothes
When Sweet G was talkin about
The games that people play
I used to sit back and say: yeah indeed
Someday
And as I grew older my kung fu grew better
Instead of shootin the humbles I
Was shootin all nets
And now my time has come
And now Hip-Hop's an industry
Polluted by bums
Posin with guns, they're puffin mad blunts
Aiyo, brothers just started rhymin last month
They gettin fat deals on any major label
When they only seen other people
Hold the mic cable
Five years ago when we was dancin house
When the DJ played Hip-Hop
Then you walked out but now you're hard
Talkin about you paid mad dues
I used to see your ass
Abused wearin platform shoes
I ain't confused
Who you think you're foolin with that get-up?
You ain't genuine, so don't waste your time
Riffin over here cause there ain't no chance
That you could break the sound, son
You ain't that advanced
Times are gettin critical across the land
Don't provide the b-boy
Introduce the b man - understand?
The M-o-s D is who I am, now check it out
Y'all

My kung fu is the style you haven't mastered

At the age of 18 made a little money
And I needed some advice on
How to live my life was goin through strife
People couldn't understand
That I was comin into my own, becomin a man
I had to have a plan cause
I know what I'm here for
So I can't waste time, y'all
Gotta be on the ball and
Represent for my peeps
(Where?) In the streets!
I make beats and kick facts over fat tracks
It's all of that from the Brakalak
Goin through problems as a adolescent
A lot of troubles and turmoils
There was persistence
And I know that I stutter
But it don't matter cause I'm a bad -
I flip a verse either backwards, sideways

Saturdays and I get a weekend off

(Well, excuse me, baby)
You paid your dues cause I'm the boss

Because they know what the time is

Kick it drastic, you get tossed like an ash
Kid youknowmsayin?


Well, I'm sleek and I freak a beat
For you and your peeps to
Bump inside your jeeps
Your Acura, Honda or whatever
Bump it in the Benzi and
Get your head together strollin down the FDR
Playin the microphone star deep in your car
With the thump-diddy-thump
Da-thump da-thump-thump
Pop up the trunk and let the bass bump
If you ain't got a ride, well, that's alright
Let the U keep you company on your hike
Trekin down the ave with your headphones on
Take em off for a sec, you still feel gone
You're pressin rewind, many, many times
I must rock the mic cause it's only right
Comin right up off of Eastern ground
This is how you get down
I hope you like the sound
Thermo offering number one
There's more in store, there's more to come
We far from done, no, the show ain't over
So when we comin through
Don't say I never told ya that