[intro]
Yo man, yo, I dont know man
Yo this rock thing got me buggin yo
Word, I be buggin out and shit
Yo, yo
[king just]
Baby are you ready? on the zone high
Oh why, must these bastards try
To test, my buddha cess, mine I remind
The fist knew the time, and I came wit the rhyme
Fly, on top of the world
I came to kick this shit for the boys and the girls
Twirl, into the wind of shaolin
Begin where you want, and end where you in
Come on, send, a message to you crew and your troops
That my soldiers stomp like timberland boots
Fruit, roll up, yo hold up, lucky
Make your the cal is tight, packed in tuckly
I might be, comin at a project near you
Wit the zoo and the two, and the whole shaboo
Shebang, its the God doin his thing
And it aint no thang, but a chicken wing
The king, sits on the throne wit a bone
And Im known, from makin a fuck wit microphone
In the zone on my own, always singin alone
And Id be damn, if I take a fuckin ugly bitch home
Roam through the ancient tomb of doom
A metamorphosis, that becomes a cocoon
[chorus]
Round em up, move em up, lay em down (flat)
Shootin m.c.s wit my lyrical (gat)
Never had to front cuz the mob got my (back)
Like that (like that) like that, like that
[king just]
Yo, Im back, to set shit straight
Aiyo, waitin from the king
You never make it past the castle gates
Norman bates is my fate, but I gotta escape
I fuckin hate the plate, but I know I gotta date
Escape to the next cut, and blow up, grow up
Ah, rhymes thatll fuckin rot
To your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear
I see fear, whenever the God presence is near
Clear, the way, cuz I slay
Everyday in may, and niggas dont come around my way
You better head for the door
Cuz I get raw, plus Im shaolin stompin through ya floor
I want more, pounds and sounds, Im gettin down
Lick em down, I represent place, home and sound
Peep my style, Im back wit the high pro-lo
Another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow
Aiyo, can I get a fat one? Im back son
Dead men tell no tales, will be the outcome
The wild hon, hit ya so hard
To make a buck reign rock it to meth
And blow the fuck up
[chorus]
[king just]
Its the return of the bad h-h-holes
No one knows where I get my strange flow
Youre slow, its the mystics of the god
The sex, money, the cess, and the blase blah
No sellout, no doubt, cuz imma represent
Cuz waynes world, Im excellent
Bah humbug, hell catch a slug from the slug (blaow!)
Black fist make the way while the shaolin show love
Oh lord, that means its my turn to rock
Hemp pump cock, as Im smokin up the block
Nonstop, I got skills to go on and on
From dust to dawn, from night to morn
Word is bond, youre corn, will get eaten
Just like a terrier, I aint scared of ya
Yo whats on in the area
[chorus 2x]
[outro]
Harvard tactics from the black fist
