CREAM KIMONO

Passport anonymous, cremation left him fatherless
Katanas and naginatas for ligaments no hollow tip
Maneuver through the serpents finding purpose through this blood shed
found piece after knowing its gods voice that’s in his head
others serve a different idol, hatred running through they vitals
Clan that traveled from the north they hunt for sport its so delightful
Seen him through the garden, perched in trees and plots to off him
Don’t know he Allen Iverson don’t practice very often
But the blade is always sharp have 40 pieces placed in coffins
And show up to the ceremony laced in precious garments
His legend ring bells from slaves to palaces in Tokyo
So they just want his head to drain the blood directly from his throat
Have parades and try to gloat, but little do these niggas know
they should have took a different road, decisions that could cost they soul

BLOODY KATANA

He heard the wind whistling, rose pedals drift to the floor
Shadow faintly in the distance, it’s creeping up slow
Dodging knifes that’s riding wind where the body won’t show
Seen one leaping from the trees put katana to throat
50 niggas rushed swiftly through the garden floor
Cherry blossoms as the back the drop for feudal war
Thinking back to early days swinging swords at 4
He been preparing for these moments time to seek reward
A nigga bucked and saw the metal through his pupil
Next one came he turned his knee into a peephole
katana through his collarbone the blood looking regal
Brain matter through the air is captured on the b roll
Slice a cross his waist his body split and touched the foliage
Killing niggas left and right like Kobe that’s the mode he in
Need a marble statue of his blade in the Smithsonian
Cutting wrists and making shoulders split he feeling born again