[chorus 2x] Boom bow, my style be oww I be comin down wit that funky shao’
[king just] Boom bow, my style be oww On the real, who can fuckin freak wit this style Oww, wow, just like some animals in the zoo Monkey, vulture, rat, dog and kangaroo When our styles combine we might rhyme This unknown to mankind and deeper than the human mind Rewind, see if you can catch what I said Front chump, and then be like 18 in ya fuckin head Mr. pirate, rip and I fly shit I kick shit wit my jedi mind tricks Mamma mia, ch-ch-ch-chia pet, it’s a must That I catch wreck on ya set I’m blowin rappers out the frame It’s a new year, a new rhyme, and ain’t a damn thing fuckin change Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice And I appear from the rear, shaolin we in here A lotta rappers be fakin jacks Comin up wit wack tracks and they think they all that But I attack, those who try to steal my flow Body blow, talkin shit without a video Heya ho, I made a disc for her Wit profes, leatha face, slasher and the star Aw, back to the ancient roots Rollin gooks, and we roll the fuck out just like troops
[chorus 4x]
[king just] Toxic fumes, all I smell is terror, doom Who got flames, so I can get smoked in the patted room Boom, my single drop and now I’m hear It’s amazin, they didn’t fuckin pop shit last year Them sound like them, I and I sound like i Pass the ti’, yo why must stay try To go against where do the hell do you represent? Shaolin, killa hill residence, nigga I go wabble on ya ass, and burn muthafuckas up just like backdraft Splash into some shit from the shitter Super rhyme hitter, money gettin ass nigga I figure that you ain’t got the wits to match this You’re style is pussy, i’mma fuck it over like a mattress Black fist, a new way of music You choose it, don’t confuse it, or reuse it Cuz if you do, I’m gonna come thru from the zoo From the shaolin, nigga, you know, who Pass the meth, so I can get bait I’m hittin june by the river, slayin ricki by the lake Take, a good look at what you see I’mma threat to the industry, until infinity Take, a good look at what you see I’mma threat to the industry, until infinity
[chorus 4x]
[king just] Who wants to test these dark waters? I’mma slaughter, competition, man listen On donor, on dancin, on blitzin Friction, static, tragic, it’s magic I brainstorm and my war becomes havoc Burn to plastic, on anything I wrap on I last long, cuz my long niggas ain’t strong Enough, so call my bluff, yo e, this shit is rough Flyin fist style, wit fuckin uppercuts Hadooken, I must got drunk wit the allergies Baby pa ridiculous just like bounty So watch me, blow this roof off this mother Yo lover, I think it’s time to go deep cover And smother the real from the fake I cut the tongue off a snake, and I throw it in a lake I await, bake the cow, it’s the style It’s the style? man, it’s gotta be the style Cuz I keep hittin you wit hits and shit On that first shit, to that last shit On that other shit, what ever kin If you wanna, bring it on I’mma don, plus I got it goin on Word is bond, sing the song of the king And his soldier friends, aah I thought this track would never end
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[king just] Boom bow, my style be oww On the real, who can fuckin freak wit this style Oww, wow, just like some animals in the zoo Monkey, vulture, rat, dog and kangaroo When our styles combine we might rhyme This unknown to mankind and deeper than the human mind Rewind, see if you can catch what I said Front chump, and then be like 18 in ya fuckin head Mr. pirate, rip and I fly shit I kick shit wit my jedi mind tricks Mamma mia, ch-ch-ch-chia pet, it’s a must That I catch wreck on ya set I’m blowin rappers out the frame It’s a new year, a new rhyme, and ain’t a damn thing fuckin change Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice And I appear from the rear, shaolin we in here A lotta rappers be fakin jacks Comin up wit wack tracks and they think they all that But I attack, those who try to steal my flow Body blow, talkin shit without a video Heya ho, I made a disc for her Wit profes, leatha face, slasher and the star Aw, back to the ancient roots Rollin gooks, and we roll the fuck out just like troops
[chorus 4x]
[king just] Toxic fumes, all I smell is terror, doom Who got flames, so I can get smoked in the patted room Boom, my single drop and now I’m hear It’s amazin, they didn’t fuckin pop shit last year Them sound like them, I and I sound like i Pass the ti’, yo why must stay try To go against where do the hell do you represent? Shaolin, killa hill residence, nigga I go wabble on ya ass, and burn muthafuckas up just like backdraft Splash into some shit from the shitter Super rhyme hitter, money gettin ass nigga I figure that you ain’t got the wits to match this You’re style is pussy, i’mma fuck it over like a mattress Black fist, a new way of music You choose it, don’t confuse it, or reuse it Cuz if you do, I’m gonna come thru from the zoo From the shaolin, nigga, you know, who Pass the meth, so I can get bait I’m hittin june by the river, slayin ricki by the lake Take, a good look at what you see I’mma threat to the industry, until infinity Take, a good look at what you see I’mma threat to the industry, until infinity
[chorus 4x]
[king just] Who wants to test these dark waters? I’mma slaughter, competition, man listen On donor, on dancin, on blitzin Friction, static, tragic, it’s magic I brainstorm and my war becomes havoc Burn to plastic, on anything I wrap on I last long, cuz my long niggas ain’t strong Enough, so call my bluff, yo e, this shit is rough Flyin fist style, wit fuckin uppercuts Hadooken, I must got drunk wit the allergies Baby pa ridiculous just like bounty So watch me, blow this roof off this mother Yo lover, I think it’s time to go deep cover And smother the real from the fake I cut the tongue off a snake, and I throw it in a lake I await, bake the cow, it’s the style It’s the style? man, it’s gotta be the style Cuz I keep hittin you wit hits and shit On that first shit, to that last shit On that other shit, what ever kin If you wanna, bring it on I’mma don, plus I got it goin on Word is bond, sing the song of the king And his soldier friends, aah I thought this track would never end
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