Johnny Merk - Ghetto Kunlun

The hood shaded by trees, floors made out linoleums
Underground aquariums, more fish they pouring em'
Pretty girls show em' the hood, just be touring him
Wet by the minute, pussy science like amoebas
The other side, girls pregnant by the minute
Feminine old niggas, bitch for dishes in the kitchen
Little young warriors, try to find a job hot
It's like an analog cable, how they opt out
While these cats on the corner, wippin' pyrex
I'm in the park, kickboxing dummy objects...
12 proteges, couple senseis...
Five finger death punches, given mid range...
Rainforest, I was practicing the iron
Fisting chicks deep, I was rupturing the hymen...
Lame niggas, really want the style i'm inditing
Like they Adrien Broner, tryin' fuck with Mike Tyson
Kunlun city, i'm on the other side...
Where queens, just come out and harmonize...
Young kings own shops with elders...
Rickshaw pullers, transport goods and welders
Horses and camels, take us home with the carriages
We had herbs, acupuncture for that medicine...
This a zoo, full of silverbacks and elephants...
Staying wild for that relevance...
Ayo, my flow never boring
Haters study me like the Torah
I'm sponsoring smoke, like Philip Morris
Iron Fist Jay, rampaging on a world tour
Like he in Nintendo 64, killing whores
Ugly stares at my queen, as I walkthrough
My Aquachelle's attitude, is like fuck you
Next thing to Muay Thai, with these 1-2's
Open toed, have you leaking through your old shoes
I'm dragging balls, on your wifey head
Like Budokai, Tenkaichi...
My 40 acres, like Spike Lee's
Except it's all just, surrounded by water like Maldives
Ya'll Steve Arrington, with the frail knees...
I'm too good for competition, like a Fortune 500
They want it bad, like egg McMuffins
Like a Uno game, how these niggas keep shuffling...
Wild card, wild card! Keep opponents just bluffing...
Ghetto Kunlun, Ghetto Kunlun
That's where the Iron Fist come from
Ghetto Kunlun, Ghetto Kunlun
The hardest concrete, in your jungle
Ghetto Kunlun, Ghetto Kunlun
That's where the Iron Fist come from
Ghetto Kunlun, Ghetto Kunlun
The hardest concrete, in your jungle
Forever classic, like a caddy's 8-track
Ninjas move, cruise with the mask
Sandogasa hats...
Fight these evil forces, out my heavenly city...
With the arch staff, baton, switchblades will do little...
Indivisible, leave all intruders indecisive...
My city just as live, like the Super Bowl lineup
Lunar New Year's, yo we flourish confetti
Champagne flooding streets, like smoke in 9/11
Street merchants, sell cologne from Perry Ellis
Everybody eating, not a single soul jealous
Ships and boats, where we get the papyrus
Our paper got a different touch from the average dollar
No photographs, faces drawn from coal...
IFJ is ageless, and i'll never get old
No photographs, faces drawn from coal
IFJ is ageless, and i'll never get old

Written by:
Johnathan Holmes

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