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: repeat 2X]
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: repeat 2X]
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: repeat 2X]
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
