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Produced by Radio Galaxy
Drums by Chris Dave
Keys by Daniel Crawford

lyrics

"Frank Dux"

Verse 1

It took me a minute they must've thought I finished
I was born in it forever it will never diminish
Cut the check like a salary, probably be mad at me
Thought I would go quietly, nah not exactly
Intellectual property, don't no nigga copy me
No slow average Joe's, no dope sounding sloppily
I observed from the bleachers out of control with no teachers
For the foreseeable future I ain't doing no features
Unless it's Radio Galaxy, a whole lot of casualties
Including your majesty, slid in so casually
Didn't mean to…Yeah, It ain't my fault that....
You know the rest, niggas
I come correct on the pure wreck my life's best
That shit was like a kick in the chest, but I digress
Shoot ya shot if it's hot, it's still hard to top her
Hope it's not a flopper, Lebron playing soccer
Solo, cutting ties like bolo, guess I'm back in the Dojo
Won't see me at no show, keep all the logos
Feel like back in the day though when I was rolling in Dego
Tavie's 67 Impala, trips to the Barrel
Pulling tricks out top hat
On some now you see me now you don't, this disappearing act
Informed and all intact, knew I was coming back
Time to heal in fact, waited for a time to kill like Samuel Jack
Q the juice was all crew like Tupac
Now I'm Frank duking that
Salt in my eyes niggas blind to all the true facts
And that’s that

Verse 2

Some bars ago I returned to Dojo
Changed the gold room flow, to Ralph Macchio
How I kick all day, on some yes sensei
Not the fair way, I’m out for blood I sweep legs
Prepay your session figuratively speaking
I collect points these foul niggas stay reaching
Black belt master Hakim the Mantis thrasher
Game of Death like the Kumite submit faster
Bleed, breed of mc from the future
Please stop fronting with pie soft exterior
Plush interior, put up walls in my dojo
I'm great, they just so, twice though
Spit on one accord even with the line flips
I got kicks from the crane, karate chops
Tear niggas out the frame, they body rock
Mos Def I slide, kick brain fold arms, Scottie Cage
And a drop to the floor
Y'all rose in fell like Sage, and now
Take these shots like Kung Fu Joe with a smile
The crowd, chant and bow, meanwhile
Split these kicks I'm boxing like Nok Su Kow
You gotta feel this Dow, like the Jones
Gotta bone to pick with any dragon fly clones
Fiyah fly, Venus Fly, niggas trapped with no key
A box never intended to be
But now I see, it was me, Bloodsport P.

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from S. C .O. T. T. I. E., track released March 22, 2019
(P. Corner, G. Corner, C. Dave, D. Crawford)

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