Monotone Samurai - Chester Watson

Mellow, but he’s really lucky he bruise a little

And these days no one is talking Confucius With him

At least where I’m at in life

No one is living, they’re all concerned with the afterlife

As I blaze up, seeking different masterminds

That are killing it, but don’t expose their drafts to light

So kinda like me, they are dark and mysterious

Starved hearts, levy carve marks for the period

Point blank punchlines, point blank punchlines

Soy, stagger, Joy, Fue, Joy, Jabber, Oy Vey

Martyr’s in the front line, so that’s the

Reason why I’m here, rarely carry any fear

As the Monotone Samurai, look me in the eyes

But you won’t see a fear in my heart

I’m the Monotone Samurai, Rai

You niggas getting worried but

I should have been feared from the start, Check it

Buddha numbing the feeling of guilt

Killing these niggas, my movements smoother than gripping a silk pen

I’m slipping a pill in, then I’m blacking out

Roll it up, hit the blunt once, now I’m passing out, passing out

Fellow monk, overseen in flames

The perfect liar, too conniving to be deemed insane

Be it a god-like figure, or a sleeveless saint

Live with uneven brains, Who let the demon’s reign Commence?

In Saint Louis, so time’s painting the fence

My real friend, Count lowers (?)'s acquaintance is dense

So now I’m raising a tent with the black flag on it

Team full of ninjas, carry black mask on 'em

Got a cool latina chick, with a fat ass on 'er

Sike, I’m hella lying and my pants should be on fire

People wanting me to work, but the man ain’t for hire, slime

I remixed Grimm, call me Sire Grime

And the team going hard, I guess it’s crunch time

Starved blunt lines, hella loyal, but the royals

Put the martyrs in the front line, line

So that’s the reason why I’m here

Nary carry any fear, as the

Monotone Samurai, look me in the eyes

But you won’t see a fear in my heart

I’m the monotone Samurai, Rai

You niggas getting worried but

I should have been feared from the start, check it

They say I only care for the ones who are shooting dust

Some people raving that Satan is in cahoots with us

I ain’t-a angel, my angle is label fable

I’m fine with the empty plate, just as long as we change the table, right?

As a fourth dimension shogunate

Art told me prove it, so now I’m writing harder than Mitsurugi

It’s hardest, And 'fore he harness the chakra and hock a loogie

It’s awkward, can only wait for apocalypse, I’m assuming cause

I’m astonished by his pulchritude

I’m really being honest, as the heart is trying to focus

Mood moves with the ocean and commotion, You can catch me in a

Suit, and a corrupt youth, gamble for the open tomb