can i get the phat
this is how you was gon start it off
yeah knowhatimsayin
this is the god the drunken monk king just
comin thru for the shaolin crew
black fist yo hit ’em wit a uppercut
hook
heya heya heya huh
heya heya heya huh
heya heya heya huh
heya heya heya huh
king just
heya heya can i get some
the sounds of the warrior’s drum
on the warpath don’t make me laugh
cuz you never in your life wanna ever see the god’s wrath
i’mma chief that smoke weed outta peace pipes
yo bro i’m half indian so you’re right
i’mma about to show you wit my mic sword
yo shaolin sling come on raise the sword
charge they all crowd from the black fist
i got fronts in my mouth that say battle at your own risk
mc’s fall and they can’t get up
i do the rap why yes that’s a cut
huh right back at you niggas better run
or feel the force of the hell razah’s gun
gupao gupao my style is wild chopped in the shao’
zoo aow aow i can flip it acapello
i’ll make you jelly like jello figaro figaro
who would think that the just would go opera
you could ask hammer he know my shit is popper
stopper stopper like cuddy ranks
i’m takin money to bank and my moms i like i’d like to thank
shaolin black fist they do the job
and just came back wit that ol’ funky rhyme
bring it
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king just
and there’s a thousand mc’s lined up against the wall
timber they all gonna fall
hassan chop yo i can’t stop
givin you that off the wall hip hop
to ya ear make ya wanna cheer
hallelujah chch grrrr now i’m in second gear
yo i’m out of here to get the mo’ tical
from the methtical hit the budd’ tical
know i’m headed to the hotel
but i’ll be pokin and strokin
yo the hair got tical got a nigga open
hey daddy who them those over there
shaolin soldiers huh wait a minute no one told ya
that i’m the nigga that they call stompy
who got the looks of a killa dead zombie
i take ’em off sure fast cannin ya tour
they couldn’t catch my style if i was a baseball
bases loaded and i got my back gun
blaow boom bang oh shit a home run
crowd cheerin noise yo the crowd goes crazy
bring it if you want cuz you really don’t amaze me
hook
king just
look who’s back it’s the hell razah raisin hell
and i’ve been rockin rhymes since niggas been rockin gazelles
my slang can bang so i guess i be the man
you couldn’t hang wit my style if you invented the ku klux klan
i’m like att i’mma reach ya through ya speaker
i got more sole than a sneaker
asylum i’m crazy i guess i’m wildin
my stylin is the record straight from the shaolin
by the kiss of the black fist
shit is sick here to make ya wanna drown a fish
under water i’mma slaughter like a change machine wit no quarter
out of order run for the border
the hardcore rap act is back
i stick out like a thumbtack i wipe niggas off the map
and i rhyme to get paid cuz when i raid
i wouldn’t wanna hear ya style wit a hearing aid
straight up crook meaner than captain hook
look out look out stomp like bigfoot
and i don’t give a fuck about a girl
my crew is more crazy than bebe kids in fuckin fun world
i’m causin niggas doom i mean sonic boom
i’m fuckin stupid i write rhymes in the boiler room
like krugger funky dope maneuver
the drunken monk is so funky they call me manure
horse shit i flip shit oh my god i rip shit
i talk shit no one can shit like i shit
shit like this get you upset
because the shit that i was singin was pumpin through ya projects
how much types must i say shit
well if the shit ain’t worth the shit
then i don’t wanna be wit the shit
and then you be like oh shit he flipped it
now ain’t that some shit kid
hook x
herb like this mound up and roll it out
Artist: King Just
Year: 1994
Decade: 90s
Language: en
Word Count: 454