[King Just]

Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill manner

Don't spasm, cuz I be y'all bad mamma jamma

I told ya couldn't fuck wit me, nanananana

I turn Incredible Hulk back into David Bammer

I am a slammin this shit just like a human hammer

And rock suits from Timbuktu to Alabama

Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword

Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my God

Yo it's on, movin in like Desert Storm

Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where's my bong?

Light it up, cuz I'mma smoke shit just like a Gemini

For niggas who don't remember, yo Mo Bee

Make it easy, girls wanna seize me

Believe me, it's the same shit at the 6 G

Harvard tactics, breakin niggas backwards

The Zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practice

These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill

Knowin they ain't real, knowin they ain't got skills

I'm from the Hill, where niggas go to toe to toe

In other words, no flows on the rodeo



[Chorus 2X]

Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo

Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo

Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo

Yo, no flows on the rodeo



[King Just]

Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the Zoo

It's the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop

Who blew the roof? Poof, straight into the Mystics

Super sadistic, I'm butter like a biscuit

Oh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer

I flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomas

On like Pumas, and niggas can't throw me out

Cuz the rhymes I give'll get ya dick hard like pencil stout

Shout, a little bit louder now

Who's that nigga goin, aow, aow

Style, makes me superhyginetic

Fuck athletics, I'm dope and poetic

Forget it, cuz niggas don't want none

Can't get none, probably done before they see the outcome

The Drum, is the constant beat in my ear

The Warrior, is me, because I have no fear

I sware, to my little seed, take heed

Cuz in this rap shit, I'mma succeed and smoke weed

And get lifted, high as a kite

You can't fuck wit the rhymes I write

So you write, tonight's the night

I'm ready to fight, it's on and it's war

I turn, I shoot, I score



[Chorus 2X]



[King Just]

I'm like a threat to a needle, make more hits than Beatles

And stay sharp like a church steeple

For my people, I gotta put 'em on somehow

Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?

Bow, I'm blowin up spots this year

I don't care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs

Be prepared, for all types of shit like this

Hits after hits, it can only be Black Fist

Shit, what you thinkin

The reason, I'm the shit is cuz I'm stinkin

Ya niggas is dead like Abe Lincoln

I'm thinkin, I'm a fuckin master plan

It be the man, that made me the man that I am

God damn, the nigga slams like NBA Jam

Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown Aquaman

It couldn't happen, I'm still on the Staten

Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin

I'm blastin, all up in the like a shuttle

Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle

Of blood for my niggas lock down, one love

For you niggas who don't like me, blaow, catch a slug



[Chorus 2X]



[Outro]

What, '95

No one survive