[King Just]

Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?

A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down

Check out the sound that pound

Rugged raw rap is back, from Shaolin's underground

Who's in town? You guessed it, you guessed it

It's the Drunken Monk, and I came to get cessted

Infested, wit deep thoughts that's insane

Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain

I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs

If you wanna get it on, let's get it on

Words is bond, cuz I ain't got no time for you suckas

When the pen hits the pad, I blow past ya muthafuckas

Ain't nothin funny, stop smilin, I'm wildin

Funky freestylin, straight from the Shaolin

Island, but you already know the half

Caught in between the world of science and math

Feel the wrath, as I feel the fire down your back

I attack the track like contacts in Cow Stack

Bring it back, press rewind, on each swine

And my mind intertwines wit rhymes, here's the bottom line

You niggas can't get wit it, forget it

Lookin so sweet, that you make me wanna hit it

Ah shit it, the mentals is lost

But of course, my style is always comin off



[Chorus 4X]

Escape from the (Shaolin Zoo, Zoo, Zoo)



[King Just]

Ain't no stoppin me now, I'm gonna blow

In a way I go, wit another ill flow

Yo, who really started this rap shit, I'm addicted

And I can't stop sayin shit, like Sega

I'm Street Fightin niggas like Vega

Black Fist, I like to give a finger to ya majors

Fuck you, and all ya groups and ya phony ass troops

Niggas think they rough cuz they trees on they boots

That'll make ya, plus talk is cheap

I roll wit a Mob, that rather take it to street

And smoke got me open, I'm chokin

They say I'm brain dead, but how the hell I keep on flowin

On, they wonderin how I've lastin long

It's the bong that I smoke, by the palm wit don

Aow, that make ya wanna sing

I knock ya ass, just like Legends of the Ring

Ding-ding, nigga let's get ready to rumble

You stumble, if this was football, you fuckin fumble

What the bumba, I sleep around ya shit like slumber

Party, organize crime like John Gotti



[Chorus 4X]



[King Just]

And the way we go, blast off I'm on the next level

Maybe it's because I dance wit the devil

A rebel, without a pause, go four yours

I'm droppin drawers, my metaphor scores on the billboard

Raw, my hardcore sound, uh, touchdown

I'm Shaolin bound, for my brother's who ain't fuckin down

I pose a threat, don't forget, I expect that ass

To try and front, and talk all that cheap trash

Smash, hits and shit, I done flip

If my mouth was a automatic, my brain'll be the fuckin clip

Slip, into another case of bass

I face the race, and then be ghost without a fuckin trace

Place the winner, I might eat that ass for dinner

The head spinner, when ya just a beginner

Sinner, I wanna be wit you boo

But I gotta do, what I gotta do, and represent the Zoo

Two-Six Mob is you wit me, Special D you in my head

And in all my memories, 2 Cent, Rauf and Hect

Rest in peace from the ill rock vet, time to get right



[Chorus 4X]



[Break]

(Shaolin Zoo) '94

(Shaolin Zoo) Shaolin Soldiers goin to war

(Shaolin Zoo) King Just

(Shaolin Zoo) What nigga?



[Chorus 4X]



[Outro]

You should of let us out, muthafuckas (Shaolin Zoo)

Aaah