Cresy - Dragon of the Black Pool

Rolling with the Chang Sings
Throwing hands up
Ripping gold, sacred swords. Kung Fu bangers
Fighting wars from long ago might Not get home for dinner
But always up the next day, slicing Wink Kong gunslingers
Bloody battles ensue, but we all fear The Lo Pan
Incarnation of evil, a cold killer, but No man
Hunting down no matter what, a girl With green eyes
The only tangible value for his master Ching Dai
But the subject must face the burning Blade and survive
Tame the savage heart, face death, Remain alive

Call me the dragon of the black pool
One of many living through what Shitty leaders do
Targeting the vulnerable, for shit That's rarely dire
Tossing innocent men and women to Fuel enemy fire
Saying cold blooded war, on hair Trigger tripwires
The seven sins, three storms Required so they inspire

Studied the RZA
The zig-zag-zig killer
My beat dealer
My shits like Jonwayne, J Dilla
Trying to climb the hip hop pillar
Spitting plasma beam bars like Super-Mecha Godzilla

A powerful plant, grown from an old School seed
My flow like sand, lyrical unseen Breed
I breathe, air from
Some people's demands and needs
Been on their hands and knees
Being made to thank and please
Supply it
Inspired by people called violent
I live by, no need for hooks, die by it
I'm a student of hip hop mastery and Wizardry
Foundations of the rap statue of Liberty
I'll make you shiver
With the way my rhymes are Delivered
Prince Charming? nah, I'm the one That's snatching the glass slippers

My style cutting edge, like a lyrical Sword
Could be a cutlass, cut you, and Kicking you overboard
Check mate and stick ya, like war on A chessboard
Slice you up and evict ya, like a Lyrical landlord

The prodigal product of Wu Tang Grandmasters
A fire spitting dragon causing mass Disasters
Like the Bastard, I mastered
Spreading words like a pastor
Trying to get my shit to every radio Broadcaster
I spread material, but I'm writing it Faster
Exercising a gift, some rare shit, Sought after

Back pack full of rhymes, nothing I Could do to prepare you
For the liquid gold flow with Nothing new that compares to
I might lack fat stacks, but I will Fucking ensare you
Snap back from my spinning tornado Kicks I dare you

Written by:
Silas Shaw

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