[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