My nigga OandAinDC - King Just - Warrior's drum

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  1. MAVRIC305

    MAVRIC305 I speak the human language

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    Artist: King Just
    Album: Mystics Of The God (The Sex, Money, Cess, & The Blas'e Blah)
    Title: Warrior's Drum


    [Intro]
    Can I get the phat intro?
    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

    [Chorus]
    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 fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wrist
    M.C.'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 Jell-O, 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

    [Chorus]

    [King Just]
    And there's a thousand M.C.'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, ch-ch grrrr, now I'm in second gear
    Yo, I'm out of here, to get the mo' tical
    From the Meth-Tical, 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

    [Chorus]

    [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 AT&T, I'ma 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?

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Outro]
    Herb like this, mound up and roll it out

    Download this shit kid!

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