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Live From Tokyo

by Busdriver

[Luckyiam.PSC]
Motion sensors
We the answer
Answering when I'm addressing
Testing
That's a no-no
Over-confident when I'm in session
MURS and Seven Lucky I Acey l-o-n-e
Speaking
Tightest North Americans
Arrogant to weaklings
I'm a bad dude and a great guy
And I don't lie to the homies
When I spot the *****
I'm on top
And rarely ever lonely
Only knowing what they show me
'Cuz I never really trust 'em
I'm accustomed to the pampering
Promoters
Slide through customs
To speak upon you MCs is discussions about nothing
I mean giving you that pub
Is like publicists for nothing
And that don't happen
When I'm rapping keep your trap shut
And don't act up and don't act tough
Lucky n*gga always calls your bluff

[Slug]
I feel like half of a man
All in this foreign land
Living half of my life
Out of a touring van
Half a scam in my pocket
Half c*cked ready to rock it
And half of these fans probably wish that I would stop it
Slug's too emotional
Too personal with vocals
No room to be hopeful with a spoonful of chokeholds
Hold the issues
Whether or not you like
That's the rhythm of my life until you b*tches drop your mics
Tight ropes
Watch your step
My quotes
Keep 'em wet
High low
No spot to sit
Just wanna breathe and be content
Stuck in the middle of a scream and a giggle
I dream in watercolor
Wake up to paint up the riddles
As little as you stand for
As much as you speak
I can't believe the answers you keep
Between your cheeks
Tell you what
Just keep that fat hole in your face shut
Wait for us to give the word
And when it comes
Raise up!

[Aceyalone]
In the land of Japan
But I'm not Japanese
I'm n*gganese
And I out-rap MCs
So n*gga please
Don't give me no static
I'm a-u-t-o-matic
I rearrange and change the course of the force every time I spat it
Mon dai nai
One day I
Could say I rocked in every place that's underneath these skies
And these guys that I'm with
They really don't take no sh*t
This skill'll hit you in yo dome
Just like a judo kick
Trains
Planes
Automobiles and skills
It's hard to count the mass amount of all these caps I peeled
All these raps I build
All these tracks I killed
No fancy shmancy frills
Life is f*cking real
Tell it to your homeboys
Your homegirls and your cousins
We does what they doesn't
CDs by the dozens
And one day you will recognize
Until then you will sleep
sh*t is deep
Now take this song as something you can keep

[Murs]
What if I spot you
Stop you
Dropped and mopped you
Throw you in the corner and Rick Flair chop you
Like the Nature Boy
While you more like a little ass geisha boy
A replacement toy to my Buzz Lightyear: Space Ranger
I place anger
Deep within a sequence of events
To make you relinquish your common sense
I'm intense like a handful of flavor crystals
The sh*t I spit hits so close to home
Just like your neighbor's pistol
Aim and whistle
A soliloquy
You enemies
No sympathy
When I exert my energy
It's like there was ten of me
And one of you
What you gonna do
I get down
Rip now
Quick now
Spit rounds
Right in front of you
Acey just blew your wig back
Now imagine when I'm running
Through
When gunning you with word play
"MURS ain't as tight as he used to be"
I could give a f*ck what them nerds say
I heard they love the c*ck
Like Silent Bob
A violent mob
A one-man gang that's on the job
I'll clobber you
I'll bash you
Thrash you
I'm rad
The one who f*cked your sister
Put a fist up to your dad and
Know it makes you mad
This fun that I'm having
These mics that I'm grabbing!