Nag Champa Planet Asia (Ft. Milano Constantine)

[Chorus: Planet Asia]

Yo, No weaponry shall prosper
Or penetrate what I accomplish
Peace to the conscious, 
My true and living sponsors
We block stompers
Top [?], fucking mobsters
Keep thinking that it's just frankincense and nag champas

[Verse 2: Milano Constantine]

Uh, I'm here with Evidence and Asia
My decadence is major
Fluorescent when I came in
El Dorado cool breeze, 
Learn that from the players
Burping when I'm tasting, 
That champagne on occasions
Better pan on the Lakers, 
Planning their invasion
Ancient aliens, hoping out the mother ship
Fiends knew mе by my government, 
Right wherе the oven went
Bass and percussion hit, 
Sort of like Gordon Liu
Keep the mic with me portable
Nigga you gonna lose
Imma keep fronting, 
Mongolian eagle hunter
Nigga writing fly, 
Always giving the people thunder
My moms ran illegal numbers, 
Apartment on York Ave
Getting off to snort fast
Niggas want the format
I'm holding up my war staff
Wood from the rain forest
Babalaos prayed on it
Streets got my brains haunted
Heavy weight, Mr. Olympia, my chain brolic
We really on it, when applying the force
We in the lobby getting high with the grimey decor
Yeah, we used to cop dimes out of variety stores
My rhyming is pure, 
Always give you that nineties allure, (tell 'em!)