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Intro
01:42
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It's the day before the decade, no waiting on your time
I crave a war to die, mind state of samurai
Riding, drinking, driving, see this asian on the rise?
Contemplate the change that I see from Asian eyes
slit, pissed and high crime plotting through the night
in my metropolis where I prophesize you’ll find
Yakuzas and Triads playing golf
golden triangle vacating dons chasing gold
loan sharks in Yokohama who’ll cut your thumb
laugh, and drink Habusake from Okinawa
sellers n so-ldiers, killers n po-sers,
in my day, can't 'break' like Toyota
street greed- though I ate so vulgar
‘beef’ over ‘stocks’ so I'm a 'steakholder'
shoot like a canon, focus like a nikon
count like dracula, free like a bachelor
I think like bruce, flip like chan
kick like jet, hit like Ip man
your click disbands when they sight my clan
strategise suntzu but songoku
right or wrong depending on my fucking mood
complemented by the booze, what da fuck you gonna do?
I buckled my belt, done hustled to hell
stole chinese passports from luggage to sell
I spit with force qigong, commited to be a singer-rich
in singer-poor (Singapore)
just raise the horn and ring the gong
it’s the Ichika Bachika time to get it on
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2. |
Hai
03:12
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Verse 1
Say hi to the bad guy who's high off the life
of all night crime, oh yea, them bright lights
カンパイ(Kanpai) to those who know strife,in this city
we keep unholy like swine-
I give baloney to the hoes,keep it cosy with the wife
give consignment of the product to the hoppers for a profit
right, rock the mic, at the same time roll the dice
from Macau down to Shanghai
now I'm the gift horse with the green and gold shine,
springbox, scrum all kinds, hustle all kinds
take my advice and bring it back like a spine,
put on your Nikes and just live your life
Chorus
People in the street throw your hands in the air
they tell us how to live and we just don't care
People in the club throw your hands in the air
they tell us how to live and we just don't care
I say 'fuck the world!' they saying hai, hai, hai
People to my left saying hai, hai, hai
People to right saying hai. Hai. Hai,
Front to the back saying hai, hai, haaai
Verse 2
I said hi to my teachers,
they said bye
didn't like this immigrant with slit eyes
didn't like how I'd ask why and say you
teachers ain't right
teach us some shit that relate to life
I was stranger because I would say
to my mates
“Educate yourself through hard days and capers”
our crusade to learn was these streets diverse
earn money then burn then reimburse
I work for my worth although used to do reverse
used to steal a purse, now I utilize these words
nobody told me how to live
and if they did I didn't hear a fucking thing, I'm saying hai!
Chorus 2
Verse 3
I'm saying hi to progress
hi to high intellect, hi to girls and guys
who hustle grind right to get a Cheque
Entrepreneurs who offer work for their herd
I'm saying hi to those tribes who Do or Die for their turf
hi to muthafukas who stay sovereign
never let or bother with profit or politics to agenda-set
hi to those who never ate, what their government fed
never let anything, govern then as men
I'm saying hi, some think I'm high but I'm an Anarchist
hi in the sky, I'm walking like Anakin
force is on my side, the beat is my feet
the rhymes set me free, the whole of Asia's coming with me
we saying Hi
Chorus 3
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3. |
See You There
05:15
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This goes out, to all those who picked up a dream,
And gave it up..pick it back up, we got responsibilities
Chorus
Tell me why you Wanna
Throw away what you got
You used to always say We gonna make it to the top
I'll see you there, I'll meet you there (x2)
Don't you ever tell me that your life was a loss
until the day we die I’m gonna take it to the top
I'll see you there, I'll meet you there
Verse 1
I done seen so many emcees fall to the side
due to the feuds, beefs, due to this life
crew pride when push comes to shove to them fights
all a sudden, we've become just thugs doing crime
dumb young brother why and when did you demise?
we used to spend the nights penning rhyme after rhyme
big dreams of tours, boarding first class flights
but when I call you now, you all flawed talking heist
proud of how you moving white powder to the ‘burbs
man just don't forget about the power of your words
we rap to inspire, so don't ever try
to put your gats n attire, in front of facts just to hide
our word was our sword, our word was our weapon
we taught the delinquents but now you walked off n left 'em
we supposed to set examples, supposed to raise castles
in the kingdom of ‘gunners’, we was supposed to raise that Arsenal
Chorus 2
Verse 2
Who would've knew that I'd meet you a like-mind like you
who understands the drive that it takes to break through
the shine and the bright lights never blind you
see music is a struggle you and I are the proof
you always on my side always said I'm able
encouraged me at nights as I made my own label
you been my friend and my heart, in return I gave you hell,
up in dirt, cheating and lying- yea I completely failed
wonder why I did the things that I did
and though on second-guess
I was just scared to commit
I was careless as a kid, we're a pair that should fit
well aware we love each other- just beware to admit
yea our trust is like this song with mid highs and lows
gains and peaks, so let's sing, write, compose
our relationship is just like this career
so babe just wait for me on that stage
and I’mma see you there
Chorus 3
Verse 3
And look I never stopped dreaming
never stopped planning, I never stopped believing
while they never stopped nagging
I seen artists claim hard, they come and go
I stay,cos this ain't art - this just my soul
So you signed to a major label got your advance
blew it on a hummer v2, you top of the charts
so the fame got you feeling that you be dope
hey you overdosed on E, the drug of ego
and the cameras snapping at ya’
got you flashing glamour at em
man you flappin round ya cash
yappin bout some damn fashion
lost the passion to grow, and that's the cold truth
lost your culture and the roots, of those who mould you
T-R-O-Y, ‘they reminisce over you’
my god on TV we don't know it’s you
Mr. Sold out, I don't owe you a pound
I drive by window down and point to the underground
See You There
Chorus 4
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4. |
We Da Party
03:10
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Verse 1
C-Nil
Mic Check 열정은 나의 Back
이미 시작된 Party 잔을 들고 건배
여기부터 잠시동안만 우리에게 맡겨 모두모여 여기 붙어
Let's go みんな遠慮せずに/ 今夜はall night 確かに
앞 뒤 왼쪽 오른쪽 / 모두 put your motherfucking hands up
Monkey King
一、二、三、四、Come on baby move, 夜中暴走、
From 東京、to your fort, dial 1OR8, and I pick up the call-
モシモシ？who do dat dat dat, who dat who dat who do dat dat dat,
Move back for the King, rip the hardest man,
Middle finger in the air, where the party at?
Chorus 1
All my party people throw your hands in the air,
I spill a drink, on a chicken-head and fuck up her hair,
Because that’s how I party (Hey!)
And I don’t give a fuck!?
Look man we da party (Hey!)
Haters where’s the love?
And I’mma throw it up (x8)
I’mma tear it up (x8)
Verse 2
Monkey King
Lady- I ain’t here to think, I’m here to fuck (ハイ！)
Here’s a drink, here’s a cup (ハイ！)
Here’s a dick, where’s your cunt (ハイ！)
I hear you bitch but shut-up
I’m here to bump from the jump (コラ！)
I’m stuntin’ in the club, ain’t looking for love
I’m gin and rum, I spit it up, live it up,
Enough of this Nil come rip it up
C-Nil
1,2,3 to the 4! 좆같은 일들은 모두 잊어버리고
stress 확 풀어 /一晩中FUCK!!
이시간이 가기전에 확실하게
Yes Yes y’all, to the beat y’all
오늘밤은 모두 이음악에 미쳐
이음악에 맞춰 모두 make it bounce
빼지말고 신나게 한번 놀아봐 이밤(bomb)!!
Chorus 2
What it do, what it is, Sean2Flow,
C-Nil and Monkey King step up in the club
Rockin’ G-Shock and Air force 1 in the VIP
About to pop bottles of Patron
Get on the dance-floor shake that ass
My lady- party like a Rockstar
Make it rain, you know we do it
We don’t stop, because we can’t stop
Chorus 3
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Verse 1
One more step in my Air Max,One more step in Adidas
that’s one more step in my sneakers,
In the city, gonna see where my feet at
One more step and we get back, One more step where you step at
that’s one more step, and go get that,
In the city, come check where I rest at
Come on and grind, erase control
the same way when I take you home
when she lay at my do-jo
the bed and shake she make those groans
she wont say ‘no’ because I make sure-
to get that throne- what we came for
kyou no kyou, I get her on the phone, and let the whole damn globe know
Chorus 1
We gonna get there, until we all shine
We gonna get there, Get your hand in the sky
We gonna get there, Imma live how I like
We gonna get there
Verse 2
B-boys dance with the bape, I can’t dance because I’m an ape
pick a nit, flip weight in shape, ring the bank-‘submit my name’
stacks ,stocks ,reach to gain, Dreams in S-E-A, Got to chase
Singapore, Beijing, Tokyo-bruh
Ring the gong- and see my future
Skip to the later, clips of paper
Chicks wanna date ya, cribs on acres
Facebook pages, fans rate ya
‘Cash language’ change your translator-
The way I live, amaze ya, balls in her face that’s a dic-tator
The rules of the cycle I steer- get it clear,
The 1 or 8 in here and we gonna get there
Chorus 2
Verse 3
Still so gangster-‘stay silent’, Still no actor-‘ain’t hide it’
Still so mad at my mind, because I feel
‘Im still so accustomed to the violence’
“but I still hope”-like I’m still 10,
Dreaming big- Gleaming on a park bench
Still you hate- so I’m still fed
Grand ambitions finish in the end
So I still grind, Streets still mine
Streets stand still, when he drive by
Never ride shy- still large, still the Khan bra
Card for Card, still bra's n ass
Karma can't- Immanuel Kant me after dark,
The power in my palms, See the hour glass
‘See its ours now’,So muthafuka chant
Chorus 3
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The New Asian is Global, Coastal, sometimes anti-social
Ambitious, mobile, but noble
The New Asian’s focused, knows himself so well
For his goals, he pays attention to detail
So No? he won’t fail, whether he’s old or frail
Bold aswell, live to tell the tale
Tilt the scales, but you can’t weight his feet
The feats he accomplish, he’ll keep discreet
Because he’s modest, honest, don’t break a promise
no forcing lies, no porkey pies
make a profit- that’s logical
spread the knowledge, for my people
that’s why you can’t stop him
mix-cultured, bi-lingual too
communicate with the tunes to keep you in the groove
the New Asian is in control, the New Asian is free
Monkey King, the New Asian is me
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Verse 1
I believe in fate, I believe in change
besides that I'm never on my knees to pray
because each days the day I defeat my pain
we each got ways to relieve the hate
see my face in the mirror he’s to blame
If I could sneeze then god bless me today
Da fuck did I do wrong? where do I move on?
I ain't the type to leave tears on the futon
I got regrets like the Great Walls got steps
greed is my waitress and I got fed
fattened my ambitions, but I lost friends
tryina mature but I guess not yet
Chorus 1
Time flies, Friends change
and I’m still tryina find a way
To live right, and worthwhile
Just tryina decorate with a smile
Verse 2
Look my hearts gold, but in the wrong places
It’s taken me years to erase it
Had court cases, assault and more cases
paid the price for caving a face in
find it amazing, how relations go
from 'wassup' to 'wheres his carcuss'
I know its fucked up but I've been the one
stunned in handcuffs while my man bums the judge
fake cunt mistake kind-ness for weak-ness
look what a smile done brung
they just-birds of a feather,flock together
I'll just fuck off on my own forever,better
Chorus 2
Verse 3
Look I can’t change the clock, can’t change friends
who changed too much-can't recognize them
funny thing is-I changed too ,but I ain't here
to bicker boohoo who hates who-
who rates who-who makes moves?
just stay out my face n pray to Je-sus
wish I could forget and forgive
but I learnt to forbid any attempt to forfeit
so friend-ships
Ain't setting sail to forge it
Ain't betting my bail to form it
Guess trust shit ain't important
so decorate with a smile but with caution
chorus 3
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8. |
Free Flowin'
03:19
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Chorus
We ballin' out y'all
We make it rain
We call a Geisha out
To shake it, shake it again
We Free Flowin' (Ichika Bachika)
We Free Flowin' (Ichika Bachika)
Verse 1
soon as the clubs open up
I gotta enforce my quota
get drunk get fucked before it’s all over over
It’s never over drink drink, ring ring,
phones blow up, ‘yo wassup?’
where your hoes at? where your dough at?
Get a lapdance get with the program
“調子どう？Where we start from?
Start a war, ok 上等
Might swipe your wifey get her on top
Why it’s unlikely she’ll ever want more
To rock coast to coast is what I do
chop off your pinky, you step on my shoes
bring your crew, how you wanna do?
We get fucked up, that’s how we move
Chorus 2
Verse 2
Ladies, with your high, high heels in the club
wondering why you can’t dance,
just standing there shaking your arms
what da fuck is you a giraffe?
neck out scoping, sober and calm
while I just ruck with security guards
what I call fun, they call Thug
when I walk up, they call 9-1-1-what?
Just let me be, let me go DBL O, and drink cheap
let me groove man, let me Blu-Jazz,
let me Butter, get out the rubbers
let us promise, to be alcoholic
have a hangover everyday in College
and drink up, because we live once
ball out bruv, because Asia is ours
Chorus 3
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Chorus
Cash out my sleeve that's what I need, baby
50,10's and 5's won't make enough to survive my life
this time around, gotta stand on my ground,
don't make things shady or near, everything will disappear,
hey it ain't about the money, but if you really love me,
you gotta spend what you got, to keep me on top, yea
Verse 1
She wants the cash, the credit, the card
wants the combo, the condos and cars,
wants caviar at the country club
I chill, stay calm saying can, can la
casino chips, and cartier rings,
wants a career man who comes back at 6
wants cable, with every new channel
wants new perfume, I think it's called Chanel?
She wants a cash cow, in fact the whole cattle,
wants clothes, fashion, and can't be seen casual,
she wants it all, capital, capital,
and I gotta carry her, she call me her camel
I call her a crook, because she counterfeit chores,
can't clean or cook, got caught by the con,
she's captivated by commercialism,
and I'm a captive caged by her criticisms, it's crazy
Chorus 2
Cash out my sleeve that's what I need, baby
50,10's and 5's won't make enough to survive my life
this time around, gotta stand on my ground,
don't make things shady or near, everything will disappear,
hey it ain't about the money, but if you really love me,
you gotta spend what you got, to keep me on top, yea
Verse 2
I got charm, confidence,control,
when you cry crazy I calm you composed,
see? We got capacity to cope,
but love a DaVinci, we can't break the code,
when I lie close, you think we riding coach
you counter-strike trust, you snipe, and I choke,
you like China, censoring connections
get's all complex, gets all defensive
like customer service, currency’s the purpose,
without that money you doubt we'd work perfect
I see a challenge, swerving the curbs,
you wanna cruise through life and we don't concur
but opposites attract me to her, her to come back to me,
it's confusing huh?
My conclusions, cupid ain't choosing us,
them C's of Singapore will leave you clueless Bruv
Chorus 3
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10. |
The Asia Trap
03:25
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“And in todays news, the economy continues to plummet, further adding to the mass exodus to Asia, foreigners seek freedom, new pastures, and the cheap purchase of 14 year old aids infested prostitutes”
Chorus
Welcome to the Asia trap
do you feel it?
Welcome to the Asia trap
can you feel it?
Welcome to the Asia trap
Can you feel it?
Welcome to the Asia trap
Do you feel it?
Verse 1
I call it pry and see laws
no privacy laws
government eyesight
to your life they wanna
spy in it all
U feel its wrong they
call it ‘rights’ and
most abide by
the course,
but I’m riding
high with a mina
sucking my drawers
uggh,
at least she sees my kids,
sperm in her lips
that’s why her words got a lisp
at least she talkin’ to my kids
while the politicians don’t even think,
promises don’t even fit
legislation even shitter
and now they tap my phone
tap my IP address google map my crib
oh what the fuck u know
they checked my visa where I swiped it
my passport and my ID- I see, I see
I’m another foreigner
they raped for his cash
I should leave but then they smile,
shake my hand-huh? and then I’m back
Chorus 2
Verse 2
And now the expats n whites
come get tanned,
economical growth
but the locals broke their backs
to show those western lands
“we can do like y'all”
send our kids overseas
live the dream, go ball
we close-ly follow-lead
yellow sheep yellow sheep
globalisation? Bye you
hello me
I'm the deformed migrant
he just fly coast to coast
culture vulture
grown nowhere - going home
my homes my office desk
I’m a slave, I’m a hoe but I am not alone
we Asians look alike rite? we're all clones
I’m a commoner a communist
I’m controlled,
fuck ‘em and their tax,
birthrate decline they need to get fucked fucked
from the back to survive
this invisible prison
wardens whisper orders
and to think that I used to work as a reporter?
that is wack
and I'm just chatting this aint rap
My words of wisdom
Ain’t no journalism here-
Just state owned
State slave- State sew
And we don’t reap
We reap-er
No 9 to 5 neither brother
Its 9 to 9
7 rising suns to rising suns
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“And the recent legislation passed on censorship has provided citizens with the safety that we are watching you everyday anytime in any place or time and for any reason at all. Your political vote shall be in accordance with the instructions stated in todays paper”
Ohayo gozaimasu Asia
That’s just how I feel, it’s a trap here man
“Good morning bitches”
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Verse 1
I'm a Japanese boy on Japanese time
For that cash I work 9-9
Eight days a week, 365
Buy 3 girls who 3 way 69
I lived the life, get rich or die
went from 50 yen to sipping wine
because- I'm petrified of being a bum
so like Jack Neo said, 'money no enough'
Chorus
Work is done money in my pocket
mo,mo,mo, money in my pocket x 4
Verse 2
I'm an Asian boy, on Asian time,
taking a shit is vacation time,
never waste my time
it's just me, myself and I in life,
because the 'Stakes are High'
so you chase the high, I raise the price
marketing rap man demand supply
because - you pray in church for a profit-
but I work for that money in my pocket
Chorus 2
Verse 3
Got bitches sniffing my pockets, wallets wiffing,
because I keep it crooked like a politician
look I got it mitten, meaning my hands warm
counting up the green, call it Kang Kong
Understand the plan we stand for
1OR8FACTION from Japan to Singapore
we taking over better bank on that
It's that Asian rap I need y'all to just clap
Chorus 3
Singapore we need y’all to clap
Nihon we need y’all to clap
Korea we need y’all to clap
China we need y’all to clap
Thailand we need y’all to clap
UK we need y’all to clap
US we need y’all to clap
For the money fuck that
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12. |
Globetrotter
03:16
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Intro
To all my people around the world,
roll your windows down, turn this up
come ride with us
Chorus
Travelling around the World, Ain't no place to call my home,
But everywhere I go, I wanna conquer it all
The places that I've been, All the faces that I've seen
And everywhere I go, I wanna conquer them all
Travelling around the World,
Ain't no place to call me home,
But everywhere I go,
I wanna conquer it all
Verse
London, Beijing, Singapore
KL, Shanghai, Tokyo
out for the dough, out on the road
1or8 you know, that bushido code
beats to the rhymes, rhymes to the beats
rhyme what I see, Love, Crime and the Streets
'It's life'- Evisu n Nikes
shit fly-police do not like
this night-we gonna take it up a notch
buy some stock ,Kong, Pong n Mahjong
got Sake in my gut-what can go wrong?
got bitches in the car-singing along
Hustler- if it don’t make money
then fuck ya- hate on lil buddy as I
stack on and pose with the car
take the flash off-I glow in the dark
Bridge
Ride with me Ride with me
Grind with me Grind with me
Get high with me Get high with me
All night with me All night
Chorus 2
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13. |
Relax
04:24
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Intro
'Ladies and gentlemen, you are now arriving in sunny Singapore,
temperatures scorching hot of 45 degrees, clear blue skies, and
refreshing beaches, single male passengers, follow me,
and thank you riding with 1OR8FACTION airlines
Verse 1
yea, just touched down in Singapore
went from Changi to the bar
to the Quay like I'm 'Clarke'
to the beach- Sentosa
'how u feelin baby?'
yea I’m Loving the culture, ma
In Hyatt, Shangri-la, or Marriot
finding girls fine, chat and wanna marry ‘em
Cruise-PIE, CTE, down to Kopitiam
just ease with me, m’aam
she got roots in Orchard Road
shopaholic won’t leave until the shops is closed
I chill with you, monsoon or Hari Raya
the brew is the Tiger, breakfast is the Kaya
let’s just-get up, get dressed, shave my head
fresh,like im serving the NS
all I serve is the best, tracks like a Singapore Sling
Relax-see what Singapore brings
Chorus 1
Come cruise through my city, we cute-and we illy
gonna do what we feeling-my girls, and we chilling
come on (repeat)
Verse 2
We them, Asian players, casino chasers,
say hi to the sun and my aviators,
wine tasters, rhyme sayers, the 1OR8 Singapore
your my neighbour-
I’m loving driving past palm trees
bumping and bopping and rocking Bob Marley
I’m up and away-flights SIA, word to ICA,
let the Monkey King stay
because I’m so fly, so right,
they tell me-'low crime don’t mean no crime'
I club at Butter Factory, there’s no fights
I’m loving that you see, I’m staying all night
until the morn, til im off, with chicken and rice
just living in style, kicking my rhymes
no drama, no problems today,
I’m thinking Singapura, the place I gotsta stay
Chorus 2
Verse 3
Its gotta be me, chilling at the beach
away from them streets
no London rain,no Tokyo air
just a cold beer, without a care
turn phones off, take a load off
girl, come with me you can show off
you ever imagine this?
sun, sand, tanning and sipping drinks? damn
Bridge
Come ride by the beach, lie by the sea
come ride with me at the after party
Gucci ladies, flossing LV
holla at ya baby down in SG
Chorus 3
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14. |
Alumni Of Vagabonds
04:15
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Verse 1
Feeling educated when
I reminisce on ages
skipping class kicking ass
saying puff puff pass,
I was never a bum
I just learnt from different worlds,
got my wisdom from the
criminals instead of principal,
I had to solve knife confrontations
no formula algebraic relate
to these equations
teachers grade more F's
and fucking whine,
I punched a teacher in the gut
and said go study life
Verse 2
mate we studied to be extra bright
in them restless nights
get in fights over cash,over maths,
over 'Pi' it’s cold as ice
where kids sniff gas and smack you to acoma,
the aroma of no hope ,and no diploma
still we treat the days at the park like lecture
because crews after brew will come up and try test ya,
illiterate cops try to figure the plot
ignorant to culture call me chink and what not
we gotta a lot of history me and the law
I learnt law sub-consiously-sleeping in court
lawyers try and judge me, while I read their body language
lying motherfuckers body language speaking Spanish
I'm seeking knowledge but I'm young
mum, trust my curriculum
a lil dangerous, but not humdrum
my learning curb was the hustle
I'm an earner, I'm lighting up a blunt
with a Bunsen burner
Verse 3
Just let me learn in my own way
pave my road straight, grow my own base
my foundations loose because class was too basic
I started misbehaving, missed graduations
I wanna know why my friends live horribly in poverty
while we boffin off on proper policy
scoff chocolate n sip tea
across the globe kids can't eat
but still we sing 'god bless the queen'
y'all stressing me but not stopping me
from beginning to see
that this systems failed, rich kids get frail
poor kids get nailed, and y'all miss this minor detail
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15. |
Body Wither Away
02:43
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Verse 1
I got my eyes on the dream, can't blink
I'm blind in the sea, come swim
I got my ears to my heart, pump dread
to fear of my past, so I'm deaf
I keep my nose in the greed,sniff hate
my odour is pain, whiff away
I got my teeth in the beef, eat hades
feed off the feeble, feast daily
Chorus
I got nowhere to lay
I got nowhere to go
I got faith in myself
I'm a Ronin I roam
and I been through the hells,
and came out with no help
I just pray for today,
and watch my body wither away
Verse 2
I got my foot to the pedal, run free
I'll never ever settle, fuck this city
I got my fist to the sky-flat knuckles
live because we die-that's hustle
I got my hands on the sword,grip firm
I stand in the war, strike first
I got my mind on the plan, more horror
my pride as a man, die with honour
Chorus
I got nowhere to lay
I got nowhere to go
I got faith in myself
I'm a Ronin I roam
and I been through the hells,
and came out with no help
I just pray for today,
and watch my body wither away
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16. |
Stay Outta The Waters
03:00
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Verse 1
Monkey King
Understand, I never been ghetto
“I never belonged”
guess we lived yellow
doing wrong tryina step it up a level
hop-scotch with the devil
get a job then embezzle
this young G asked me “Yo Tai,
you got a good life why the fuck do crime?”
My reply was ‘I don’t know why’
But take my advice, stick with them rhymes
Because the farther you seek, the harder the beef
I’m fucking chucking my karma in the Arctic sea
I want Ice- relentless
but I can't quiet fly-penguin
I'm flapping my wings plus rapping a bit,
but fast cash and chicks I made a habit of this
I'm a kid from Epsom, having a fit
I replaced Cambridge for some hash and a spliff
Verse 2
Kwizyne
They say I should act my age
They meant youshould aim to be more like them
I aint gonna talk like you my walk's an Iverson ankle break. crossing you
Money, Power and Respect
taught by the squatters we've reject
well-to-do family, he no manners
yet before meals he says his grace
Money, Power and Respect calls and the offers me accepts
who is scrutinizing you improvizing tools?
they just want results
pass me my cheque
bribe the people involved with crime
call it a night then reset
Illegal ways take years to pay your debts
Verse 2
Monkey King
Now I dropped out of school
I'm a bad boy
hanging with killers from Hanoi
hanging my bloody shirt up in my closet with a smirk
“But you should've gone to college”
I did work as a waiter but after a day
I'm back to doing dirt with the 14k
got mates and I can't pronounce their name
but fuck it us Asian looks the same
Kwizyne
Catholic kid hungry
For mathematic shit like Black Dante.
In a city that roars
A student pedaling porn burnt from kaZaa to classmates
Raging hormones kept customers coming
Unauthorized sponsorships
In stores near yours
Basketball got me scores to settle in a different court
On a different course
If I reach the shores
Then the world is yours
Stay outta them Waters
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17. |
Orient Express
03:49
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Chorus 1:
Hi, Fu, Mi, Yo
I watch for my enemies around the clock..like
itu, mu, nana, ya
Pray to the gods of war to put me on now
ichi, ni, san, shi
I watch for my enemies around the clock..like
go, roku, sichi, bachi
Pray to the gods of war to put me on
Verse 1:
I'm setting mandate in A-S-I-A
to scrape pay to make the bitches gyrate
my private thoughts at a metropolis pace
gotta ignore that Yin and Yang, more yen and grands
Venetian, Sands, decent brands
my dreams expand these sweat glands in my hands
'what's the plan man?' I'm Stepping it up,
max these credit cards and become Genghis Khan
I'm ducking yakuza in black suits who doubt you,
scout you, then bow to you on a full moon
because my crew move fast for duty,
cut half your heart for a sushi bar in the jacuzzi
plans of beauty, honour and gold
streets controlled by these bushido codes
and it don't stop,
from dope spots with postcodes
and cloned Pol Pots who own Tokyo
Chorus 2:
Verse 2:
You can catch me preppy in class where I catch sleep,
and have bad dreams of working at factories, I see-
conditions of the Orient
and sense ghosts haunt me as I sit in my Onsen,
binge drinking and thinking of thin connects
that I could just skip and kick off the ledge
I sniff my own grin so chinny chin chin
Let’s die nasty (dynasty) like emperor chin
I mix like a Rojak and go stack my cash,
pay no tax and state facts like yoda,
forced to live luke-warm nah
I walk the sky like it’s my futon,
I finna stand tall, vandal em all,
Van Damme every man in that pool hall,
tempers match Zodiac creatures
match palm readers, jealousy as I swipe my visa
Chorus 3
Verse 3:
And my flows Opium, my flows Arson,
I write my life on a tile of Mahjong,
Pong Kong and Ping Pong shows,
Dim-Sum with rum in plush condos
if we live today-we okay, but if the future
confuse us-fuck Confucius
rather live like an animal then a computer
so do we approach or smoke the Buddha?
Conformity’s calling me
I'm on a Thai beach feeling like its Normandy
East, West clash but fuck that when
I got haters saying ‘yea let’s stab him in the head
fix culture later, for now hold your head
or escape this whole Orient Express
I said, its all in my head so it all exists
welcome to the Orient Express
Chorus 4
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18. |
It's All About Love
04:45
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Chorus 1
Babe Don't you know
I want that love that they telling me about
Babe Don't you know
I need that love that’s been spreading around
Babe Don't you know
I want that love that they telling me about
Babe Don't you know,
I need that, I need that
Verse 1
Meet Taka,
a hardworking Japanese Business guy,
works 9 to 9, bowing down to his sempais (hai,hai)
6AM riding on the Chuo Line
reading cartoon porn,dreaming of ass galore
but Taka's got a daughter with classmates-
who club whore,one name 'Natsume'
who suck off, his office boss
Taka jerks off thinking of her-Regrets,
smokes his mild sevens, then it's back to his desk
now after work his colleagues drink and folly, so he goes,
Karaoke, Kabukicho, he sings old Beatles songs,
after beer though, Takas all horny,
calls his wife saying "I'll be working til the morning"
now Takas order 2 hoes to his hotel
requests for "Anal play and no gel"
sits and waits,playing with his foreskin
then drops his jaw-
as his wife and his daughter walk in-
daughter wearing latex
wife holding dildo
Taka's pissed now, wanna kill both!
still with his cock out,knocks out his wife
socks his daughter in the eye,
then says 'Love is Blind'
Chorus 2
Verse 2
Meet Sakura,
a shy young schoolgirl, 15,
never kissed a guy, or had a date up at Disney
rides her bicycle-talks to friends all giggly
about the new guy in class-"Yuichi"
now Yuichi liked Sakura-
long story short he end up fucking her,
forcing her, with no rubber,
busting in her so much and so rough,
and Sakura fell in love,
until 'knock knock' 'Who's there?'
"You're knocked up"
now Yuichi did a Houdini
evaporated-
leaving Sakura lactating, back-aching
to save face and hide shame,
Sakura became anorexic, regurgitates her dinner
friends ask "Why you getting thinner?"
"It's just a new diet", hangs up the phone
and droops down crying
crying in the toilet so loud,
and hears the voice of a boy,
and then Sakura looks down,
Looks down at the blood,
Heart pumps, Tears flood,
Fears become too much- She picks the baby up
Sakura asks "Why does Love weigh this much?"
and then,
Sakura just flush......
It’s all love, all love, all love for you,
Its all love, all love, all love- It’s all for me
Chorus 3
Outro
Love, L.O.V.E, that could mean Lots Of Vicious Experiences, you know?
You better potty train your heart, it'll shit all over your insides..
you think I'm making all these stories up?
But man, they're real stories man in Japan, I just changed the names of Taka and Sakura.
You know, sakura she wanted too much love, but her emotional IQ was too light for that heavy responsibility, you know..
Taka he was looking for love in the wrong place, his love should've been focused on loving his family, keeping tabs on them..
you know the moral of the story is though?
Don't ask me shit about Love
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19. |
Come From You
05:17
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Verse 1
Young boy, young girl, know your plates full
Travel place to place, and stay grateful
No matter what your mates say, don’t let hate rule
Persevere through the years, thought it’s painful
You may see friends comes and go, don’t take it to heart
Take your family you only get em once
So give your dad a chance, keep your sis from harm
Tell your brother of the ups and downs to come
I remember selling drugs coming back in cuffs
Snatched up, was a vandal, smashing cars
Momma crying, I wanna hug her to calm her
But the police will fucking laugh at my ass
So what I do? Clean my act up
Cap to the front, no more acting tough
Just go grab what you love
And be a man stand on your own twos
I guess that’s gotta come from you
Chorus
Verse 2
And all the answers come from within
All your ass gotta do is listen
And think about it
some write some sing about it
yea that moment of truth, when the globes shown to you
a telescope of those in pain, those in need
who never give in, give up, or leave
who search deep in their soul to see that
you only escape hell by facing yourself
teachers ain’t expand that part of the tale
education just had me chasing my tail
I failed class but I passed life
Through the hard times
Separated and hated like apartheid
Regulated to crime, I wasted so much
Until I woke up and told myself grow up
So I grew only knowing one thing
To give me some strength, this the sentence I sing
Verse 3
I’m conscientious to be relentless to this cause
If I speak- let the speech be a cure
Keep thoughts pure, behind closed doors
Whether rain or storm, never lose form
Look I- change ma, I made it and your tears dried up
We came so far
Because love gets me up, but what keeps me moving
Is embedded in this beat, in this music
To influence those similar, tryina fix their temper, feelings overcharged
Just trying to adjust away from sin
Trust in your ambitions friend, don’t sway from it
And then elevate , set it straight, delegate to God
Regulate better days, baby- stay mature
Meditate on this- and you’ll pull through
My angels told me it’ll come from you
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20. |
Today
04:35
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Ichika Bachika
It’s Do or Die today, today
Tell my teachers I ain’t never going back
(hey we ain’t never going back)
Tell police I ain’t never going back
(haha we ain’t never going back)
And tell Hip-Hop we bringing this back
(hey we bringing this back)
And tell the World that we making that change, today
Verse 1
おはよう Mr Yamamoto san
今日からやり直すか？
I tell my past お疲れ様
I’m on my Curtis Mayfield ‘Move on up’
My old path I tripped and scarred
among Yakuzas who don’t spar but stab
Zushan got the needle he cut, and I jab
the way I rap, stick to letters like a stamp
my clan used to be hustlers and bastards
now we hustlers and artists
see my views the easel, my truths the brush,
my bloods my paint, I portray people,
they demand strength I supply ‘em,
when they leave they become good buyers (goodbye-ers),
I’m an ex crook turned CEO, you need a muthafukin hero let me know,
Just let me know
Chorus 1
Verse 2
Today my girl said you gonna be famous
I’m just tryina shit on the game
oh my girl said you tryina be anus
her tits great but her jokes are lame
whatever though, more dough to bake
roast up a cuisine, so acquired taste
Dawn Jay harmonise for the ladies today
Accumulate stalkers on our facebook page,
no major label, no sponsored plan,
my balls on the table,concrete nads
confident and calm, I conquer lands
and while I’m at it throw a concert man,
its M-O-N-K-E-Y K-I-N-G, see he fly
ready to die today
thats why I’m the man
Venni Vetti Vicci do you understand
do you understand
Chorus 2
Verse 3
おやすみ Mr Yamamoto san
明日またやり直すか?
before I sleep I try to wake up
for one last rhyme, one last task
because tomorrow never comes
and if you hear contraire be aware of ‘em liars
I never sleep so I'm always re-tired
staying up so I'm always re-highered
because you get life once
just live it Ichika Bacikaわかりますか？
Look, I ain't gay or delayed
but I'mma trans-late 1OR8 mandate
it's do or die, sink or swim
because if you die for nothing
you never really lived
so today is everything
because if you die for nothing
you never ever live
Today
Chorus 3
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Monkey King Singapore
The Monkey King is a Japanese Rapper/ CEO with a British accent, and a man hell-bent on taking Asian Hip-Hop from Singapore
to the world stage.
Taking the moniker from Chinese folklore and the legendary ‘Monkey King’, this rapper signals a shift in the hip-hop world from West to East, America to Asia.
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Monkey King recommends:
Dawn Jay's debut album - Smooth, moving, and grooving. I definitely play this for the ladies to get em in the mood. I'm featured on 'So Bad' and 'Down on the Floor'
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