Samurai (feat. Troy Tyler)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay-yay, ay, ay

Ooh, ay, ay (this is)

Ay-ay-ay-ay-ay, ay, ay, ay, yeah (the remix)

I got these really neat, yeah

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

Yeah, I got these really neat, uh, uh

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

So come on through, through

Big eyes lookin' like skies in binoculars

Two nights live, singin' by the opera house

But not in it, just by it

Someone alongside it, a long silence (shh)

A strong, vibrant meditative song of guidance

Designed to raise eyelids of blind men, saved assignments

With warm regards and age kindness for today's climate

And the vain of gang violence meets the gang's demises

And it bangs, rises like wings on a plane

Plus a pilot who can fly it into the eye of Hurricane Iris

Stylish, same shoe in different sizes

With evidences of the mileage and the growth

Top hats and coats, tuxedos and throats

Where the bowties post

Folks look past the lower-class blower of the notes

Tell unspoke jokes as they approach

Which she'd never be inside, but she hopes

(I got these really neat, yeah) yeah

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

Yeah, I got these really neat, yeah

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

So come on through

Unamplified, fantasized land

Of the soon-to-be fans of the samurai (shoo, shoo)

Smile wide, got that panorama camera vibe

If you analyze, she's a one-woman gala, glamorized

Just without the glamor or the gala ties

Met 'em all live with the jazz guys

Eatin' piano pies at the Vanguard (uh)

She's an artist and starved (uh)

A couple dollars in the band jar buys a half a turkey sand'

Organic and it's hand-carved and ours

If you ask for a piece, freshly laugh, I'm singin' jazz in the streets

And the staff ask for police (whoo, whoo, whoo)

Crashed at a friend's flat for a week (for a week)

Felt as home as a raft on the beach (on the beach)

Lit a fag, took a drag, took a tea (took a sip)

Read a book, took a bath, went to sleep

(I got these really neat) very neat

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

Yeah, I got these really neat, yeah, yeah

Very beautifully alliterated

Little battle raps for you

(I got these) doo-doo-doo-doo-doo

Yeah, I got these (really neat)

Really, really neat, very beautifully

Alliterated little battle raps for you

And your whole crew

Y'all can all come through

This what we do (what we do, what we do)

Oh, I got these

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Very beautifully alliterated

I got these

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Very beautifully alliterated (yeah)

Dreams of singin' in Italian in front of five thousand or more

Scrabblin' down the score, eyelashes linin' up for war

Shogun bun is shinin' up the sword

Live by the ad-libs, die by the chords

Better yet, survive by the orchestra

Fill a vessel with that killer, killer just like Dexter

Too much, too young, like The Specials in a town full of spectres

Singin' backwards records

Speech figurines over that wheel-it-back selector (uh)

Everybody falls, but will it crack the effort?

In an act with that, but still intact with texture

This is that resurrector (that resurrector)

Bless up

We up

I got these

Really neat, neat, neat

Very beautifully (very beautifully, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

(I got these) I got, I got, I got

Very beautifully (very beautifully, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Alliterated