[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



[Chorus 4X]