King Just - Warrior's Drum Lyrics
*edited words*[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 justComin thru for the shaolin crewBlack fist, yo hit 'em wit a uppercut[chorus]Shaolin, black fist, they do the jobShaolin, black fist, they do the jobShaolin, black fist, they do the jobAnd just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme[king just]Heya heya, can i get some?The sounds of the warrior's drumOn the warpath, don't make me laughCuz you never in your life, wanna ever see the god's wrathI'mma chief that smoke *weed* outta peace pipesYo, bro, i'm half indian, so you're rightI'mma about to show you wit my mic swordYo shaolin sling, come on raise the swordCharge, they all crowd from the black fistI got fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wristM.c.'s fall and they can't get upI do the rap, why, yes that's a cutHuh, right back at you, *niggas* better runOr feel the force of the hell razah's gunGupao, gupao, my style is wild chopped in the shao'Zoo, aow, aow, i can flip it acapelloI'll make you jelly like jell-o, figaro, figaroWho would think that the just would go operaYou could ask hammer, he know my *shit* is popperStopper, stopper, like cuddy ranksI'm takin money to bank, and my moms i like i'd like to thankShaolin, black fist, they do the jobAnd just came back wit that ol' funky rhymeBring it[chorus][king just]And there's a thousand m.c.'s, lined up against the wallTimber, they all gonna fallHassan chop, yo i can't stopGivin you that off the wall hip hopTo ya ear, make ya wanna cheerHallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now i'm in second gearYo, i'm out of here, to get the mo' ticalFrom the meth-tical, hit the budd' ticalKnow i'm headed to the hotelBut i'll be pokin and strokinYo the hair, got tical, got a *nigga* openHey daddy, who them those over there?Shaolin soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told yaThat i'm the *nigga*, that they call stompyWho got the looks of a killa dead zombieI take 'em off, sure fast cannin ya tourThey couldn't catch my style if i was a baseballBases loaded, and i got my back gunBlaow, boom, bang, oh *shit* a home run*crowd cheerin noise* yo, the crowd goes crazyBring it, if you want, cuz you really don't amaze me[chorus][king just]Look who's back, it's the hell razah, raisin hellAnd i've been rockin rhymes, since *niggas* been rockin gazellesMy slang can bang, so i guess i be the manYou couldn't hang wit my style, if you invented the ku klux klanI'm like at&t, i'mma reach ya through ya speakerI got more sole than a sneakerAsylum, i'm crazy, i guess i'm wildinMy stylin, is the record straight from the shaolinBy the kiss of the black fist*shit is* sick, here to make ya wanna drown a fishUnder water, i'ma slaughter, like a change machine wit no quarterOut of order, run for the borderThe hardcore rap act is backI stick out like a thumbtack, i wipe *niggas* off the mapAnd i rhyme to get paid, cuz when i raidI wouldn't wanna hear ya style wit a hearing aidStraight up crook, meaner than captain hookLook out, look out, stomp like bigfootAnd i don't give a ******* about a girlMy crew is more crazy than bebe kids in ******in* fun worldI'm causin *niggas* doom, i mean sonic boomI'm ******in* stupid, i write rhymes in the boiler roomLike krugger, funky dope maneuverThe drunken monk is so funky, they call me manureHorse *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 upsetBecause the *shit* that i was singin, was pumpinThrough ya projectsHow much times 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]
