I say
Five fingers of death, punchlines galore
About to start a riot, touch my decor
We are not the same, no, I am a Martian
And you are just a tourist comin' for a tour
Get your glasses up, get your glasses up
This a toast for the real ones, we masters of
Came through in a clutch like a pack-a-punch
And you already know we the next to run
They were lookin' at us, didn't think we'd do it
Took a little time, but we gettin' to it
Now the whole world's singing our tune
Wait until the beat drop
Three, two, one
We back with the rhythm
Back with the beat
And back with the rhythm
Back with the beat
The sky ain't the limit
This what we preach
We came to deliver
Came to compete
Here comes the big bang
Boom
Here comes the big bang
Boom
Here comes the big bang
Boom
Here comes the big bang
Boom
This is the big bang
This is the big bang
This is the big bang
This is the big bang