Verse 1:

I'm setting mandate in A-S-I-A
to scrape pay to make the bitches gyrate
my pri-vate 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
cos 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 bushi-do codes
and it don't stop,
from dope spots with postcodes
and cloned pol pots who own Tokyo


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 ori-ent
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
lets 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 lukewarm nah
I walk the sky like its my own 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

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 toda-y we okayy, but if the future
confuse us-fuck confucius
rather live like an animal then a computer
so do we approach or smoke the buddha?
conformitys calling me
so I'm on a thai beach feeling like its Normandy
east,west clash but fuck that when
I got haters saying 'yea lets 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