[Chorus: Busdriver, Myka 9, Both]
I am awestruck
Sino mother
Tight hand construct
Manchuria
Open market
Loaded starlet
Hope well hearted
Manchuria
Closed off money
Closed off cunning
Black ops funding
Manchuria
Peking Beijing
Ancient painting
Raging daydream
Manchuria
(x3)

[Verse 1: Busdriver]
My coffee-stained black husband should have been pulled in the nineteen-hundreds[?]
[?] my skin looks like a [?]
[?] Tenderonis
Give girls the reddish buttocks
After that see them club members only[?]
The photosynthetics I walk covers up my mummified cult
[?] blares through me through hundreds of high volts
Due to me being old as fuck
When all the [?] going on and on about fighting power
Assumed you were talking about Eisenhower
[?] really looks like we desensitized the shish kebab
But they holler with my dogs like I'm in the Iditarod
[Chorus: Busdriver, Myka 9, Both]
I am awestruck
Sino mother
Tight hand construct
Manchuria
Open market
Loaded starlet
Hope well hearted
Manchuria
Closed off money
Closed off cunning
Black ops funding
Manchuria
Peking Beijing
Ancient painting
Raging daydream
Manchuria

[Verse 2: Myka 9]
Manchuria near Siberia
Nineteen-hundreds, Asian-esque
Northeast of the Chinese wall
Railroad empire dusk to dawn
Mongolia morning to night
Earlier to late, breakfast to dinner
Consider great Genghis Khan
Waking moment, dozing off
Dream state, design garment courses, spicy meals
Spirited work ethic culture
Colorful, vast dynasties closing eyes
Open wide, stretch and yawn
Hope in sight, ticking second minute
Hour to light, to dark, to sun, to sky
Moon, solar, major rickshaw candidate
Cuisine, Kung Chi, chopsticks, monks
Temples, waste fields
Buddha isn't everything
[Chorus: Busdriver, Myka 9, Both]
Manchuria
Peking Beijing
Ancient painting
Raging daydream
Manchuria

[Verse 3: Busdriver]
They caught me [?] elite [?]
Appalled with a [?]
A free market in that neat assault
But what I mentioned
Like it made Garth Trinidad barf in a bag marketing ads
Or slipping in and out of my arthritic hands
My inner eye is a carbonate vag
My Ivy Leaguers and Tai Chi teachers probably think I read Faulkner
Because my understudy I'm a hundred and twenty
For bringing it onstage I need a walker
My deliberate confronts are not gold fronts [?]
With my AARP car limit
[?]But then I eager put my middle finger up to commander in chief archbishop
I boast a post-apocalyptic preface in my motherfucking Keynote speech
The conservatives murder kids and put them in a sheet for the [?]
[?] liberate caramelized fiction nugget [?]
Then throw all the new money, new peace, innocent marine lobbyists
[Chorus: Busdriver, Myka 9, Both]
I am awestruck
Sino mother
Tight hand construct
Manchuria
Open market
Loaded starlet
Hope well hearted
Manchuria
Closed off money
Closed off cunning
Black ops funding
Manchuria
Peking Beijing
Ancient painting
Raging daydream
Manchuria
(x2)

[Outro Busdriver, Myka 9, Both]
Manchuria
Manchuria
Manchuria
Your boy's old as shit
Send me away
Manchuria
Manchuria
Manchuria
Manchuria