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King Just - No Flows On The Rodeo
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[king just] Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill manner Dont spasm, cuz I be yall bad mamma jamma I told ya couldnt fuck wit me, nanananana I turn incredible hulk back into david bammer I am a slammin this shit just like a human hammer And rock suits from timbuktu to alabama Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my god Yo its on, movin in like desert storm Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, wheres my bong? Light it up, cuz imma smoke shit just like a gemini For niggas who dont remember, yo mo bee Make it easy, girls wanna seize me Believe me, its the same shit at the 6 g Harvard tactics, breakin niggas backwards The zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practice These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill Knowin they aint real, knowin they aint got skills Im from the hill, where niggas go to toe to toe In other words, no flows on the rodeo [chorus 2x] Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo [king just] Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the zoo Its the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop Who blew the roof? poof, straight into the mystics Super sadistic, Im butter like a biscuit Oh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer I flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomas On like pumas, and niggas cant throw me out Cuz the rhymes I givell get ya dick hard like pencil stout Shout, a little bit louder now Whos that nigga goin, aow, aow Style, makes me superhyginetic Fuck athletics, Im dope and poetic Forget it, cuz niggas dont want none Cant get none, probably done before they see the outcome The drum, is the constant beat in my ear The warrior, is me, because I have no fear I sware, to my little seed, take heed Cuz in this rap shit, imma succeed and smoke weed And get lifted, high as a kite You cant fuck wit the rhymes I write So you write, tonights the night Im ready to fight, its on and its war I turn, I shoot, I score [chorus 2x] [king just] Im like a threat to a needle, make more hits than beatles And stay sharp like a church steeple For my people, I gotta put em on somehow Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down? Bow, Im blowin up spots this year I dont care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs Be prepared, for all types of shit like this Hits after hits, it can only be black fist Shit, what you thinkin The reason, Im the shit is cuz Im stinkin Ya niggas is dead like abe lincoln Im thinkin, Im a fuckin master plan It be the man, that made me the man that I am God damn, the nigga slams like nba jam Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown aquaman It couldnt happen, Im still on the staten Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin Im blastin, all up in the like a shuttle Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle Of blood for my niggas lock down, one love For you niggas who dont like me, blaow, catch a slug [chorus 2x] [outro] What, 95 No one survive
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