Emperors Mahjong, Real Shit
That fun bag feel you get wit real tits
Go on a date, mess it up, and still hit
Tha magician then disappears, no Bill Bix
Chill Trick, and grant me
Time to spit wisdom, something fancy
I roll wit my dog like Douglas Yancy
Just incase one of these muggs get chancy
Then you feel tha dukes
Have ya fate knocked and sealed wit scoops
So how it feels to you
Is how every black person will feel from Roots
Alex Haley, eating shallots daily
F Claire and Anna plus Alice played me
and tha powders babied
Shout it loud, tha new WOW is crazy
No Doubts amazing, well use to be
But now that I'm sitting getting blue from green
Like telling them drunk, not soberly
Baby just stay like Jodeci
To get bare necessities, like Mogli
In tha Spur of tha moment, Ginobli
If you McLovin looking Fogle-Y
OH THAT BITCH STRONG, like Rogue to me
A hot 98 minus 4 degrees
Toes, and heads plus shoulders, knees
For tha free eaten 'choes wit kings
Stay in tha Monk-Monk that tha moment brings
and sold to tweens
That end up saying that its cold and freeze
So we roll tha B's
And ain't gotta worry bout no police
Its a spoiled plan
To try to get over on tha royal fam
Pimpin is wild wit a simpler style
Straight Mah Jong wit Emperors Tiles
Emperors Mah-Jong, you can't say
I jump Great Walls just like Dan Way
Spittin something odd
Blackie Chan and tha 8 drunken Gods
No Racist, I mean this
I really don't listen to that chinese shit
Try these kicks
As I pummel yo chest in a Thai knee clinch
Sweet chili wings, or Siamese chicks
I'm eaten both if tha dime, she's thick
Real full like we ate tho
Lookin Kardashian, but she aint Klhoe
So we can't go
And you can't tell us to, like Diego
Produced on the MPC1000, “Nosthaigia” documents time spent in Thailand via regional music. Available here in an exclusive color vinyl. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 24, 2024