Chinatown

from Countdown to 2012 by Malik Diamond

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Chinatown!
L.A., hey!
Yeah, sun, they all know my ape face
concrete tastes gritty
I take a good lick on the chopstick,
pick it up off of the ground,
and take another one
Pack the car thick,
Wisdom, Innalect, Marlene,
Cat Don’t Sleep, and Keisha Harvey
NoCanDo on my civic radio
That’s for the Blowdian cats is ill
DZA is a casper blacktop ghost
in and out with a pocket full of story to tell
Floors get sweeped by these wave feet
like a leg in Karate Kid, crunch a bone
munching on a chicken shwarma
(You gonna send that back?)
Hell nah,
I ain’t sending it back
The citygod don’t abide by that
Might get the spit,
or the armpit scratch and mix
The level of funk I flip is high
Brown thighs, purple eyes
blown off a bat,
outta the park, crack
Four in a circle f’in ta hit a home run
four-inch heels on the dance floor
try to run and can’t, damn
This feminism shit is for real
I’ma tell ya, sun
If you can’t escape, you ain’t free
Drinks on me
or even better, the house
Get swept up, let the sweat come
let’s have a little less bullshit, please
Getting dissed by old ladies in chinese
my mandarin is rusty
I left the black dragon attack days behind
Sipping box wine in the Rosemead heat
talk deep, cross hands with a ex-marine
Doorman at the Grand Star, he hooked it up
then come a ninja flipping bottles up
Tossing them jewels, giving gifts to the city
mask hella pretty
got Zapatismo,
Chisme, I got some:
dude is awesome
Superhero walk day, plain as night
up First Street from Daikokuya, right
on Broadway, 943
Tell ‘em that you came to see MD

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from Countdown to 2012, released June 21, 2011

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Malik Diamond Oakland, California

The citygod medicine man.

Fifth-dimensional time-alien.

Ninja bartender.

Buddha monk.

Smoke from a bottle.

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