*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 just

Comin thru for the shaolin crew

Black fist, yo hit 'em wit a uppercut



[chorus]

Shaolin, black fist, they do the job

Shaolin, black fist, they do the job

Shaolin, black fist, they do the job

And just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme



[king just]

Heya heya, can i get some?

The sounds of the warrior's drum

On the warpath, don't make me laugh

Cuz you never in your life, wanna ever see the god's wrath

I'mma chief that smoke *weed* outta peace pipes

Yo, bro, i'm half indian, so you're right

I'mma about to show you wit my mic sword

Yo shaolin sling, come on raise the sword

Charge, they all crowd from the black fist

I got fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wrist

M.c.'s fall and they can't get up

I do the rap, why, yes that's a cut

Huh, right back at you, *niggas* better run

Or feel the force of the hell razah's gun

Gupao, gupao, my style is wild chopped in the shao'

Zoo, aow, aow, i can flip it acapello

I'll make you jelly like jell-o, figaro, figaro

Who would think that the just would go opera

You could ask hammer, he know my *shit* is popper

Stopper, stopper, like cuddy ranks

I'm takin money to bank, and my moms i like i'd like to thank

Shaolin, black fist, they do the job

And just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme

Bring it



[chorus]



[king just]

And there's a thousand m.c.'s, lined up against the wall

Timber, they all gonna fall

Hassan chop, yo i can't stop

Givin you that off the wall hip hop

To ya ear, make ya wanna cheer

Hallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now i'm in second gear

Yo, i'm out of here, to get the mo' tical

From the meth-tical, hit the budd' tical

Know i'm headed to the hotel

But i'll be pokin and strokin

Yo the hair, got tical, got a *nigga* open

Hey daddy, who them those over there?

Shaolin soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya

That i'm the *nigga*, that they call stompy

Who got the looks of a killa dead zombie

I take 'em off, sure fast cannin ya tour

They couldn't catch my style if i was a baseball

Bases loaded, and i got my back gun

Blaow, boom, bang, oh *shit* a home run

*crowd cheerin noise* yo, the crowd goes crazy

Bring it, if you want, cuz you really don't amaze me



[chorus]



[king just]

Look who's back, it's the hell razah, raisin hell

And i've been rockin rhymes, since *niggas* been rockin gazelles

My slang can bang, so i guess i be the man

You couldn't hang wit my style, if you invented the ku klux klan

I'm like at&t, i'mma reach ya through ya speaker

I got more sole than a sneaker

Asylum, i'm crazy, i guess i'm wildin

My stylin, is the record straight from the shaolin

By the kiss of the black fist

*shit is* sick, here to make ya wanna drown a fish

Under water, i'ma slaughter, like a change machine wit no quarter

Out of order, run for the border

The hardcore rap act is back

I stick out like a thumbtack, i wipe *niggas* off the map

And i rhyme to get paid, cuz when i raid

I wouldn't wanna hear ya style wit a hearing aid

Straight up crook, meaner than captain hook

Look out, look out, stomp like bigfoot

And i don't give a *fuck* about a girl

My crew is more crazy than bebe kids in *fuckin* fun world

I'm causin *niggas* doom, i mean sonic boom

I'm *fuckin* stupid, i write rhymes in the boiler room

Like krugger, funky dope maneuver

The drunken monk is so funky, they call me manure

Horse *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 upset

Because the *shit* that i was singin, was pumpin

Through ya projects

How 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]


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