The Chosen
Lookin' in my eyes you never wanna cross me
Sensei, cuz he's the one who taught me
Bow down I'm the master chop
Yo, anything you need I can blast a rock
Fee Fi Fo da Fum, I can never have enough of cuttin' up on the run
And the blade so sharp I could cut your hand
My arms like a tree trunk, superman
Lookin' for a fight I'll win it
An enemy is all I see
I'm close enough and I will finish
'Til death this fight is all of me
So high, so fly
Give me strength to be
