Dj krush zen approach lyrics

f/ Black Thought







* currently only available in Japan or as an import







(Verse 1)



Yo, yo, you wasn't payin' attention, I'm henchman, hit the entrance



Trenchin', wasn't no means, a intervention



A dollar bill will make a hundred-ten Yen son



How much you willing to sacrifice to win, huh?



I personally have paid mine and then some



Climbed up an inch at a time, now who the Zen one



If not self, whom else could you depend on



Friends gon' swear it's aight, and probably been wrong



I've got them battlefield dents in my armor



A twitch from the drama, the trees, and bad Karma



But yo, I'm a precision, proceed ya preformer



We operate every night, and leave in the morning



To get you high as a kite is the reason you wanted



It's like, a direct flight from freezing to burning hot shit



The audience fiend for this fix



And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...







[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]







(Verse 2)



Yo, who got they fingers on the carousel, locked in position



It's got to be my guy, the turntable tactician



You all in a hush, silent, trying to listen



You wanna feel this realness, that reads "spittin"



It got ya head, splits ya eyes, can't stop twitchin'



The only thing that you can do is rock to the rhythm



Thought puttin' down, cuz he's the world-reknowned



See me lickin' rhymes, trappin' like I'm firing rounds



And um, you in tune to this infinite sound



And um, the revolution poppin' off right now 



I make you raise ya fist, raise and I'm proud



Raise ya fifth, and bust it at the flag like BLOW



You fuck-boy niggas tryin' to keep it on a hush



But Black Thought spit it cuz you people want the rush



You feel? That's why the audience fiend for this fix



And Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...







[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]







(Verse 3)



Yo, I got that renaissance, turn-of-the-century choke



And I'ma do the people right if y'all just give me the vote



We feel to ride, hit 'em high, Krush just give me the rope



See all the porcelain chase cats gettin' the broke



One at a time, now best focus on who the dime



When your blade's sharp as mine and people want you to rhyme



And want you to spill, for me it's not nothin' for real



Me and my man run at your band yo we tough on the will



He'll blow ya mind like bustin' the steel 



I give the crowd somethin to feel



This sound got the power to heal



It's like The Green Mile, now I need an hour to chill



A quarter a kill, the bird while patrolling the field



I'm puttin' rappers out cold 



I done rocked from Tokyo to the North Pole 



Whenever my man program the passcode y'all receive the fist



Aiyo Krush come with the guillotine for this mix yo...







[Various soft-spoken words from Black Thought]