Kung Fu Master
The tv kung fu master is better than me!
The tv kung fu master can take care of his problems.
He's the one that can solve 'em.
He's the only one. He's the chosen one!
I ain't like him, all my friends call me tons o' fun.
The tv kung fu master is my hero.
He can get things accomplished
Never got dissed.
Take out any mother fucker causes anguish.
Busts punches and kicks that ain't even in the books.
He reigns supreme, all I do is look.
But not for long.
Far too long have I been living in my own farts.
I began to practice my martial arts.
Cause I figured today was the best day to start
Polishing up my physical ramparts
And soon, not too soon for it takes discipline
I'll be able to take on a hundred men.
And then
I'll work at balancing my inner chi.
Get my spirit centered.
To do that, I'll become one with nature.
Try and forget her!
Try and relieve this sense of Adam and Eve
For right now another woman is not what I need
I need to find peace and piece of mind.
To do that, I must leave behind
All these girls and telivision
Just so I can embrace my vision
My vision to far surpass
That kung fu master who reigned in the past
I must bring my mind and body at ease
In harmondy with the surrounding trees.
And I am at peace.
And my power is not in my anger.
But it is now in the world.
All of my surroundings converge into me
I am one with time and space and all you see
Every heart every mind and every grain of sand
Collides in spirit into my hand
Every movement of my body causes wind and fire and rain
I have power over the land from every rock to every grain
I have reached my soul's spiritual peak
And my body refined. Now the master I seek
Wait till he gets a load of me.
I come into the city.
Welcome to Los Angeles
Everyone wants to be all up on this
I remember the street, remember the scene
I start to remember that TV screen
Which is like a little hit of methanfedamine
Cause you suddenly forget where you've been
And all these mean acts by mean folks
Hard heads taking mean tokes
Trying hard not to look like a sucker
What would you do mother fucker!?
Because you have returned from the land of the lost
Stay lost, cause this city tends to accost
On anybody and anything with passion
Creativity is a sin here, kid and it ain't lastin'
And I ain't even talking about the masses
It's even hard just passing your classes
And all of my power, it turns into fear
I forgot where I came from. I forgot why I'm here.
But I see the flier.
The tv kung fu master, it says, showing tonight.
Tonight?
And my memories begin to return
My soul once again burns
My feet become strong, yet also weightless
Just to rise up to this latest of tests
And when once I was like a flower on the ground, sick and wilting
I've risen up to the sky, runnin' on the sides of buildings.
And from way up here, it's easy to see
What this world has waiting for me
And tonight it will be time for the task at hand.
I shall face the master, man to man.
It was nine o-clock at the Staple Center
Squarely on the stage stood the kung fu master
The lights on him, like an athlete up to bat.
He pulled a rabit out of his hat.
And the crowd began to chear
And the master returned to them, a silencing lear.
He needed silence to work, so the crowd shut up
And with a flick of his wrists, he stacked twenty cups.
And then he unstacked them just as fast.
And the audiences' cheer was bigger than the last.
He followed that trick with some interpretive dance.
He had his guard down, now it was my chance.
The power shut off, and the lights went out.
Whispers and gasps were heard throughout
The crowd began to shiver like a room full of tweakers
Suddenly, with a boom a beat came from the speakers.
And sparks shot up from the runway toward the stage in time.
The voice on the speakers started bustin' rhymes
It said
Big hair, big gut.
Bust a cap, bust a nut.
From the stone, I'm cut
With a half empty cup
So call me negative if you wish it from me
But you best step back before you step on my chi
I can ride with the best if it's needed of me
I'll wear my belt and dawn my gi
And as I approach the stage, spotlight on me it goes:
I'm hot like a rocket
Step like Davey Crocket
Like a dog I'll walk it
And piss in your pocket
The music fades and the lights come back up
The audience goes quiet, too afraid to speak up.
The master stays cold, holds up his chest
He has no illusions, he knows what's next.
He just stands stern, showing no fear.
His mouth opens to say, "come here."
And with that, I begin to attack
Time turns still, as he throws hits back.
The two of us have become a blur of hands and feet
What should sound like fighting sounds more like a beat.
And as our fists collide like a rhyme
Our rhythm converging to make a song of the mind.
But it's these city sights that make us equal
For he has come far too long in this world of evil.
And has forgotten that life is not like a game
And you ain't winning cause you got power and fame.
And though this is the man that I once idalized
Today must be the day he meets his demise.
I called upon my soul, and lost my material constraints.
And as my feet lifted up, I heard one woman faint.
But that's okay, for she was a part of me too
And if everyone in that place knew what I knew
They'd probably start treating one another like they love
And it is now in the fight that I rise above.
But the master, for a moment, did not relent,
But jumped up to protect everything he represents.
But the master no longer was a superior creature
And with one blow, the student has become the teacher
And as he lay on the ground, in a way I've never seen
He looks much weaker than when behind the tv screen.
The mood was harsh, the scene very grim
Somebody from the crowd yelled out "finish him!"
Suddenly that power turned from harmony to hate
I knew I must greet this master to his fate.
I disappeared, my body left in thin air
This of course surprised all the people that were there.
The master got up, looked at his people in shame
And I reamerged on his chest, embodied as a flame.
And returned to my human form, leaving the crowd in a hush.
Left the stage in a hurry and the master as dust.
Just a small pillar of dust.
And I left
And stopped.
I began to question my own intentions.
My state of mind went into desention.
I suddenly went from #1 to #0
I cried out in tears, "I killed my last hero!"