[Intro - Enter the Dragon]
Han: ...Your style is unorthodox
Williams: But effective
...
Han: ...It is defeat that you must learn to prepare for
Williams: ...Don't waste my time... When it comes, I won't even notice
Han: Oh? How so
Williams: I'll be too busy looking good
[Hook - Canibus]
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
Move over 'fore he back up over ya', I told ya'
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
Move over 'fore he back up over ya'
[Verse 1 - Canibus]
The hand-to-hand combat soldier, Black Kobra
Fast attack to the mat, and it's over
Guyanese flying knees bust through pine trees
Cantonese ninth degree Muay Thai Chi
The thirty-third parallel jab from Hell
Mortar-fire to your chest and your back, for real
Back blast area not clear, I'm too near
From here, my crosshairs intersect between your ears
Hammer-nail scorpion-tail impale crab shells
You've never heard Hell till you hear a man yell
Bionic reflex, electronic defense
Knees bent, jump straight up, rapid descent
My feet print left in the cement
All they ever saw was the black silhouette through the Jeep's tint
Black Kobra, K-1 boxing toga
Move over, before he back up over ya'
I told ya'
Han: ...Your style is unorthodox
Williams: But effective
...
Han: ...It is defeat that you must learn to prepare for
Williams: ...Don't waste my time... When it comes, I won't even notice
Han: Oh? How so
Williams: I'll be too busy looking good
[Hook - Canibus]
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
Move over 'fore he back up over ya', I told ya'
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
The Black Cobra, The Black Cobra
Move over 'fore he back up over ya'
[Verse 1 - Canibus]
The hand-to-hand combat soldier, Black Kobra
Fast attack to the mat, and it's over
Guyanese flying knees bust through pine trees
Cantonese ninth degree Muay Thai Chi
The thirty-third parallel jab from Hell
Mortar-fire to your chest and your back, for real
Back blast area not clear, I'm too near
From here, my crosshairs intersect between your ears
Hammer-nail scorpion-tail impale crab shells
You've never heard Hell till you hear a man yell
Bionic reflex, electronic defense
Knees bent, jump straight up, rapid descent
My feet print left in the cement
All they ever saw was the black silhouette through the Jeep's tint
Black Kobra, K-1 boxing toga
Move over, before he back up over ya'
I told ya'
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