["king just" scratched up]



[chorus 2x]

Hassan chop! yo, i can't stop

Givin you that off the wall hip hop

Hassan chop! yo, i can't stop

This the type of shit that you pump on your block



[king just]

Off top, i came to blow the whole spot

Solid as a rock, my whole style is unorthodox

Astronomically bait, to a state

Where i create rappers rate, snatch ya bodies like the dirty mate

Wait, til you hear the next album drop

Cuz this shit right here is strictly for the block

Put your hemp pump cock, licka shot if you wanna

Especially if you drink beer and smoke marijuana

I'm a goner, to this world of society

That's why kids admire me

It must be the sounds that i put in ya ear

Crystal clear, have no fear, in any mic i tear

In half or to pieces, my style is so ill

That my middle name should become jesus

Oh please kid, this is off the wall terror

A new era, man, i got the illest shit ever

Whatever, if you wanna bring it, let it be brought

And i'mma watch the mob hold down the fuckin fort

(hold it down) and show 'em what my skills can do

Real niggas represent from the muthafuckin zoo



[chorus]



[king just]

Don't fuck around buck-o, i'm stickin like stucco

Uh-oh, better get makeover, rhymes is play-do

The cradle who rock the hand, i'mma slam

Du-ra-du-ra, spinnin like rodan

No man can hold me down, i'm like conan

The barbarian, muthafuckas, i'm crushin 'em

They can't uphold the king just touch of gold

Now everything i drop becomes a heavy load

I explode on the road, doin shows

Givin pounds to my bro's, chasin after big ol' widows

They know, that i got this rap shit lock

From the desert oasis all the way to the hilltops

At the speed of a hat drop, i make you move ya bumblera

And make two-six buck shots, boy, you fuckin blood clots

And why not, must i make the music?

As if not man, yo, i just might lose it

Don't confuse it, we all in the same game

You don't know me, you just know my name

Was it the fame, that made me insane in the brain

Drivin this track like a runaway train

All aboard, shaolin scored

We goin on a world tour, raise ya hand if you're sure



[chorus]



[king just]

Now who's true to hip hop?

Cuz if not, i throw 'em in the headlock

And smoke pot, like if i was raised in woodstock

The hand cot, got me mesmerized

Cesstify, look at the red in my eyes

Oh why, must you test the best of this rap profess

And guess that i would settle for less

Yo, i'm stressed, and it keeps buildin up

What the fuck, roll up, hold up, throw up

The stage, my face is on front page

Now i'm a rage, they let the zoo niggas out the cage

Watch me raise, and burn shit up like the inferno

Thoughts so deep you need to write them in your journal

Ask the colonel, my shit is finger linkin

I'm flippin, and ain't enough shit til i put the shit in 'em

And strike like the 5 deadly venoms, and dead 'em

Forget 'em, fuck 'em, turn around and uppercut 'em

For frontin, talkin shit and really wasn't sayin nothin



[chorus 2x]



[outro]

A new era, a new day and age

Off the wall hip hop

Raow, raow

Once again, peace

["ahh" scratched up]


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