This is a song about "Aikido"

'coz what i say is an art

And by the way i'mma start

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

If your man can't keep up wit you

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Bruce lee, jackie chan, giving out tae kwon do

Thinkin those nameflips are totally "hard", but raps suppose to be art

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Soft white the art i twine

Private plane, my seat recline

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Do you worry? do you even care? do you even know

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city