[Verse One: Q-Unique]

Enter the bragin, Q-Leechan from the providence of hip-hop

Do bodily damage like a combination kick-chop

Teacher Sifu Herc and Sensei Bambaatasan

Since I've studied techniques just to drop the kata bomb

With Jeet Kune flow, way of the intercepting rhyme

Battle to the last breath or till my adversary declines

I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl

The drunk munk breathing aerosol till I'm a krylon wino

Unorthodox over traditional I may condone it

Respectfully bow but never take your eyes off your opponent

Square off as I mentally prepare in my rap stance

Defeat is a Buddah opportunity 'cause that's a fat chance

You write the white belt and flow slow like Tai Chi

I'm like Freddie Fox(xx) possessed by the dragon, y'all won't fight me

Your side kicks don't move me, and seem to have no flavor left

So I drop the flow Kashugi and have them all pray for death

Train till the sample's done. flip with weight like Samo Hung

No need to handle guns, watch and see me make this mammal run

At the end of it all, I'll retire undefeated

Live by the mountain side and write a book of Five Rings for you to read it



[Chorus 2x: Q-Unique]

Training, balance

Focus, challenge

Meditate, silence

Skill, talent

Broken patterns

Have a seat and play your part

You must learn to accept defeat