Combat Zone

歌詞

Welcome to the Combat Zone Check it out now Supreme One/Chan on this motherfucker [Verse 1] In the Combat Zone, pimps exchange words bullets are thrown Police barricade blocks where the ho's roam Payphones a mini temple where the buddha moans Territorial zones, a love jones for the fast way to paper Disregard the maker, hammer hard into the hands of the savior Masturbating perpetrators at the booth peepin' Semen seepin weaken the mind of the most righteous deacon Demon haven, souls in need of savin', murderous signs a passin' raven Steam of the sewer raisin' Similar to incense, immense ammunition, in an intense postition Spidey sense intuition, tingling danglin' ornaments of Asia Sharp stars that of phantasia graze ya, neon lights lit like the light sabre Rotate and circulate like Darth Vader was an amazin' raver It's the Chinatown Flava [Chorus: x2] Step into my combat-zone-in my part of town When worse come to worse my peoples come first And when ya outta town represent ya ground [Verse 2] An old sage, confused with age Preach what Confucious would say in this day and age Now engaged in a modern day slave trade Immigrants is paid more minimal than minimum wage Little kids is taped up and raped at a scandalous age Just ta display a picture on a pornographic page Cookies is cracked and ate on a china plate Discover a puzzlin' piece of paper revealin' ya fate You'll be 'Big in Japan,' Senate and state 'Politickin with Chan,' For each additional fan grippin ya hand There's a dick in ya fam, despicable quicksand Maneuver of an envious man, sayin "Fuck Chan!" Even his people and land, precious rugs are traded for drugs Thuggish hugs of suspicious love Thats the way it is here So many tears for fears and Sapporo beers Put 'em up 'Cheers!' [Chorus: x2] Step into my combat-zone-in my part of town When worse come to worse my peoples come first And when ya outta town represent ya ground [Verse 3] The flames from the dragon's mouth come out blazin' Revealin' the most amazin' Asian adjacent ta Bruce Blood flow with the ginseng juice A monk meditatin' the truth, enlighten the booth With ruthless strikes, my bare hands can take ya life Placin' pressure on some points just right Chinatown nights twisted, homeless hands is blistered Battered women with broken dreams found with wrists slit Biscuits give a repetitive pop Paramedics inject those in shock with a remedy shot Corrupt cops get cock sucks from sluts who fuck for bucks In the back of tinted out trucks It's just an observation, my miniature nation chasin' American dreams, lovin' what liberty means Just some thoughts from the mind Written in rhyme, recline on my way to the Zone in the Orange Line [Chorus: x2] Step into my combat-zone-in my part of town When worse come to worse my peoples come first And when ya outta town represent ya ground My part of town [x4]