Lyrics of "I killed a man in ten steps" by MC Yangzi

I stand in the cold wind to watch the rain fall, listen to the wind, watch the wind blowing guzheng, watch the arrogant cold wind

The wind blows the flowers, the wind ripples, the poison petals fall, the west lake looks at the cold wind and enjoys loneliness

I once killed one person in ten steps, but I was defeated by your eyes. The scars you had made me become a floating dust

I am as arrogant as the wind, standing on the nine clouds to see your gentle appearance, to see you shaking with the wind

You like to listen to me rap, listening to such as crazy and drunk, you have had respect for me, but also heartbreak for me

I remember telling you that I would continue to write the list of gods. You said that I was wishful thinking, but I was admired by thousands of people

With this pen in my hand, I write the world, I write the wind and rain, seize the Dragon City, and then dominate the jade seal, let my name spread thousands of miles

Yangzi is always a legend, a brother in their heart, a public opinion and a disturbance, and a hillside they yearn for

I once killed one person in ten steps, but I was defeated by your eyes. The scars you had made me become a floating dust

I am as arrogant as the wind, standing on the nine clouds to see your gentle appearance, to see you shaking with the wind

I once killed one person in ten steps, but I was defeated by your eyes. The scars you had made me become a floating dust

I am as arrogant as the wind, standing on the nine clouds to see your gentle appearance, to see you shaking with the wind

You used to think I was strong and I was like a wolf. In fact, I was born hesitating and only knew that I had to be crazy when I was young

If you want to be arrogant, you will be mad all your life. Who will fight with me to light this lamp? No one dares to fight in the world

Thank you for your support, let me write down the words, thank you for guarding this city for me when I was down

In fact, I can have today is you have been listening to my shouts, listen to my past into smoke

Is it chance or fate? Is it brocade bag or maze? In fact, I always want to ask you whether you love me or hate me

If it's love, it's memory, if it's hate, it's past. Thank you for meeting you and loving you for a century

I have the life I yearn for and the persistence in my heart. Thank you for being my wind devil in my mountains and rivers

In order to take the throne from you, I will not speak again