King Just - Boom Bow! Lyrics
[chorus 2x]Boom bow, my style be owwI be comin down wit that funky shao[king just]Boom bow, my style be owwOn the real, who can *****in freak wit this styleOww, wow, just like some animals in the zooMonkey, vulture, rat, dog and kangarooWhen our styles combine we might rhymeThis unknown to mankind and deeper than the human mindRewind, see if you can catch what I saidFront chump, and then be like 18 in ya *****in headMr. pirate, rip and I fly shitI kick shit wit my jedi mind tricksMamma mia, ch-ch-ch-chia pet, its a mustThat I catch wreck on ya setIm blowin rappers out the frameIts a new year, a new rhyme, and aint a damn thing *****in changeBeetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuiceAnd I appear from the rear, shaolin we in hereA lotta rappers be fakin jacksComin up wit wack tracks and they think they all thatBut I attack, those who try to steal my flowBody blow, talkin shit without a videoHeya ho, I made a disc for herWit profes, leatha face, slasher and the starAw, back to the ancient rootsRollin gooks, and we roll the ***** out just like troops[chorus 4x][king just]Toxic fumes, all I smell is terror, doomWho got flames, so I can get smoked in the patted roomBoom, my single drop and now Im hearIts amazin, they didnt *****in pop shit last yearThem sound like them, I and I sound like iPass the ti, yo why must stay tryTo go against where do the hell do you represent?Shaolin, killa hill residence, niggaI go wabble on ya ass, and burn mutha*****as up just like backdraftSplash into some shit from the shitterSuper rhyme hitter, money gettin ass niggaI figure that you aint got the wits to match thisYoure style is *****, imma ***** it over like a mattressBlack fist, a new way of musicYou choose it, dont confuse it, or reuse itCuz if you do, Im gonna come thru from the zooFrom the shaolin, nigga, you know, whoPass the meth, so I can get baitIm hittin june by the river, slayin ricki by the lakeTake, a good look at what you seeImma threat to the industry, until infinityTake, a good look at what you seeImma threat to the industry, until infinity[chorus 4x][king just]Who wants to test these dark waters?Imma slaughter, competition, man listenOn donor, on dancin, on blitzinFriction, static, tragic, its magicI brainstorm and my war becomes havocBurn to plastic, on anything I wrap onI last long, cuz my long niggas aint strongEnough, so call my bluff, yo e, this shit is roughFlyin fist style, wit *****in uppercutsHadooken, I must got drunk wit the allergiesBaby pa ridiculous just like bountySo watch me, blow this roof off this motherYo lover, I think its time to go deep coverAnd smother the real from the fakeI cut the tongue off a snake, and I throw it in a lakeI await, bake the cow, its the styleIts the style? man, its gotta be the styleCuz I keep hittin you wit hits and shitOn that first shit, to that last shitOn that other shit, what ever kinIf you wanna, bring it onImma don, plus I got it goin onWord is bond, sing the song of the kingAnd his soldier friends, aahI thought this track would never end[chorus 4x]
