[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 t
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