Arigato

I know where I'm from, I got it from a textbook
The Negro, the Spiritual Son, close to my sketchbook
We stepped off the ledge, held hands with our souls twice
The death so black, you see the mamba, my snakebites
This game got played, the prophets got split
Spilt the ashes up in space, lu-look, the sun's face
It's gonna be a good day up under the elm tree
The crunch got a sweet tooth snacking the kid clean
For those still stunned, left a crumb but my nose clean
My snow too pure, and that's my heart when you speak mean
Bagging up sweets, uh-na-uh-na-uh
Serving milk for the treats, lu-look, the sun speaks
Lu-look
Lu-look!

Arigato

It's a stick-up
Cartoon lunch dates, the kid's up
Your Timbuktu troops shoot
Put your hands up, freeze!
They stole all our jewels
Grab my sword up and leave
So last week I shot a rapper, but the manager fleed
He grew strong, then he returned and demanded I leave
This rap game on a fidget, duck, you quacking your beak (Arigato)
The crusades, boots marching 360 degrees
The cheque's never really bigger if they picking their feet
My cheek dimples overgrazing, dark twitches deplete
The stealth and the heat and drama that's free
You get rock-a-bye, you the Balboa in me
Sheesh!

Arigato

Bada boom, bada bing
Just tryna sing
So let me spit it
My spiritual indigenous and naughtiest spittle
Without provisionals
The flow is so original
This shit's a fuckin' miracle
You don't like it, but the flow is too immaculate
I'm still running, but the pigs ain't catching shit
Slug tippin' and dippin' your Caesar salad dip
Been talkin' with the slang of a villain
Until I'm coughing piss
Coughing piss and I'm munching up on a rapper's dish
Two gold chains and some playground raps, dude
Six gold teeth and some sticker-pack tattoos, yeah
What the birds see the villains do
These dudes play happy until I smack 'em with the pedestal
Penultimate decision was the buki and the Seven Rebels
And dissect the intellect for what he made clever
The speech you believe will make you sing bada boom, bada bing
Smacking off his bling
Preaching to my mistletoe
Long John Silvers and some crook teeth
Grimy like the blackest Mandingo
So when she's licking off the liquor on my lips
Seven shades blacker, Uncle Genie with the wish
Smuggling the sediments, the bar from the rich
Speak about the ego and you'll end up in a ditch, snitch
Brownie fudge smudge, muck
Handsome little fucker, on the stage I spit wise
And that's word to my mother
And my sisters and my brothers' brothers

So
Hmm
I don't know what to say
I'm going insane
Up in the membrane
I'm going insane
Yeah
Yo
Yeah
Yo
Bada boom, bada bing, smacking off his bling
Huh, and I'm just, just tryna sing
Yeah
Yo