Path Of The Masterless Lyrics

When the blade drawn, the light from the moon'll reflect/

Game on, we gon fight in a duel for respect/

Crucial steps moves in unison with tools for the flesh/

Elusive yet intrusive, chess, we out maneuvering death/

Blade crafted from cold steel forged by Hattori/

10,000 folds feel absorbed by the glory/

My instrument of death meshed with the blood of my veins/

Given the blunt an edge that a cut ya jug through the rain/

The night clouds vividly resemble mythical dragons/

An exact match inlayed in this mystical scabbard/

Slash through mask of an actor fast as the flash and split you in half another bloodbath on the path of the masterless/

Ronin honing skills for the art of the kill/

Poke the steel through the folds of your armor for real/

Nodachi or Wakazashi through the throat of Tekashi/

A soldier molded by the code of Miyamoto Musashi/

Master Roshi adopted me like Goku or possibly

I'm Hamato Yoshi holding out for my Oroku Saki/

Bro you cocky but your vocal choppy/

Godspeed you wanna throw em you going blow for blow with Baki/

You kamikaze get bodied folded origami flat/

I catch a hommy they finding your organs on tatami mats/

Poetic like a screenplay by Mario Puzo/

My rhyme paint a scene like Kanbei sparring with Kyuzo/

Beautiful artistry swordplay with the archery/

Friendship with a death-wish it's a deadly camaraderie/

So dig deep in ya pockets like Rakim the God MC/

Or on god receive full frontal lobotomy/

Akira Toriyama spirit glory honor the prodigy/

Honestly James Howlett came out with the lottery/

Possibly they spotted me drawback the katana swing/

Decapitate 8 rappers straight call that equality/

You rappin bout a war, cappin/ I'm baggin assassins with a sword that was fashioned out a oar/

In a row boat on course to a shallow shore to hollow out ya gourd my talent for battle's that of lore/

challenge lords daimyo's, shoguns and emperors/

Sever the head of every one's what the edge of my weapon does/

Obsession to get a rush is bred into the best of us/

The breath in my chest it pumps through the lungs of a legend just/

Burn a incense in ya helmet before you get wit it/

Cause I'm cleavin and leaving with ya head in it/

My quest is testament to my legacy of excellence/

The rest is left a Vestige just my presence is Pestilence/

This is Hagakure made shit, scriptures of the samurai/

The Masamune blade smith, gifted with this hand of mine/

To analyze and strategize witness with a candid eye/

The difference in the language of the real and a pantomime/