[Intro]
Yo man, yo, I don't know man
Yo this rock thing got me buggin yo
Word, I be buggin out and shit
Yo, yo
[King Just]
Baby are you ready? On the zone high
Oh why, must these bastards try
To test, my buddha cess, mine I remind
The Fist knew the time, and I came wit the rhyme
Fly, on top of the world
I came to kick this shit for the boys and the girls
Twirl, into the wind of Shaolin
Begin where you want, and end where you in
Come on, send, a message to you crew and your troops
That my Soldiers stomp like Timberland boots
Fruit, roll up, yo hold up, lucky
Make your the 'cal is tight, packed in tuckly
I might be, comin at a project near you
Wit the Zoo and the Two, and the whole shaboo
Shebang, it's the God doin his thing
And it ain't no thang, but a chicken wing
The King, sits on the throne wit a bone
And I'm known, from makin a fuck wit microphone
In the zone on my own, always singin alone
And I'd be damn, if I take a fuckin ugly bitch home
Roam through the ancient tomb of doom
A metamorphosis, that becomes a cocoon
[Chorus]
Round 'em up, move 'em up, lay 'em down (flat)
Shootin M.C.'s wit my lyrical (gat)
Never had to front cuz the Mob got my (back)
Like that (like that) like that, like that
[King Just]
Yo, I'm back, to set shit straight
Aiyo, waitin from the King
You never make it past the castle gates
Norman Bates is my fate, but I gotta escape
I fuckin hate the plate, but I know I gotta date
Escape to the next cut, and blow up, grow up
Ah, rhymes that'll fuckin rot
To your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear
I see fear, whenever the God presence is near
Clear, the way, cuz I slay
Everyda
