Mystics Of The God

[intro]
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do?

[chorus]
Drop the grenade, niggas ain't larger
Time to get paid, you're in the alarm
Rappers get slayed, and they cause no harm
I'm about to lay, hey, can i get some?

[king just]
Yo, come get a fuckin taste of reality
Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like sorry
Or like atari, i'm gnarly just like a harley
Davidson, i take on the bravest one
And turn into that bitch ass nigga he was
Cuz, ain't no fakin and no playin
And every word that i say, is every word that i'm slayin
Oh god, why do they think i'm broad
Is it my lyrics is hard or is i'm wit the mob
From the six, now all these rappers talkin shit
But i must be schemin on my life to make hits
Black fist on the rise, oh now you're surprised
Ya niggas don't exist, like fuckin pens you pry
But i'mma ride, this beat like girls ridin my meat
Fuckin wit just, that's like swimmin in shit's creak
Wit diarrhea, oh mamma mia
Skills is ill, real faster than a cheetah
In a jungle, and i'mma watch ya empire crumble
If rap was football, ya niggas would of been fumble

[chorus]

[king just]
Back up, back up, yes zoo's in town
Wit the new twist and a brand new sound
What you want? ya niggas ain't ready for war
Cuz it take ten more, before i get raw
Hardcore, off the wall hip hop
Nonstop, settin up shop on your block
Wit glocks, let ya brain rot
Mob tactics, bustin shots, there's a freeze on the pop
What blood clot? means no money, no honey
And that's what make us better than you dummies
Sayin all types of shit like shaolin wouldn't last
But just like an automobile you been gassed
Passed, just like the rest, you wanna come for test
My brain's half rhyme, the other half cess
I've been blessed wit the success
What did you except? look at the way i catch wet
From the projects, and i'mma live here
Til i die, gettin high, shaolin soldiers take over in '95
And i'mma make sure all my shit is raw
For ya niggas who front, spell it backwards, war

[chorus]

[king just]
Hey good lookin, what you got cookin
Pack your nerve quick, i have this in the street shookin
The fucked up, niggas better duck
Somebody call a bomb squad, cuz i'm about to blow up
Boom, there goes the building
The bomb makes a killa stackin loot to the ceiling
Who dwellin and dealin, maybe i got the fuckin feelin
That i'mma make platinum, i gots to see the million
I'm destined to buck fuckin wild just like a western
They goin two in the quarter, and have mad sessions
Ain't no second guessin, i'm back, where's ya heart at?
Shaolin's on the map, zoo niggas attack
The track, got my mind flippin a hundred miles a minute
And as long as i'm in it, boy, i'mma finish
A m.c. off, they got lost and tossed by the source
Cuz i pay the cost to be the boss
You get flagged like betty ross and the spangled banner
Slammin shit more harder than fuckin thor's hammer
The ill manner, wit ill grammar
When i get mad, i turn the opposite of fuckin david bammer
The incredible, unedible, turn backwards
Terrible, cock a phony rappers offa pedestal

[chorus]

[interlude]
Yeah, how we on that shaolin soldier shit
King just, the mystics of the god
Sex, money, and cess and the blas'e blah

[chorus]

[intro]
There's one brain
There's two halves to one brain
One half's the pen, the other half's a steel
Check the story

[chorus 2x]
Pain, yo, is all i feel
I'mma die wit my pen, or i'mma die wit my steel

[king just]
A young shorty on the block, wit no props
Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top
In the hallway, gettin fucked up, everyday
You ever thought about goin to school? no way
I always thought i'd be a big rap star
Drive fancy cars and travel like far
Aha, dream didn't come true, now it's 1982
So what the hell you want me to do?
I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs
From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech
But yet, i still got the skill to rock the crowd
I guess rappin should just be style
But now, i can't take it no more
I'm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor
Give me what you got, nigga, shit is real
I'mma die wit my pen, or i'mma die wit my steel

[chorus 2x]

[king just]
So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same
Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games
I reminisce about the shit that i did
You couldn't be soft and live where i lived
Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die
Well ain't that a bitch, oh, my, my, my
Momma, why i gotta be like that?
Face the fact, i want the respect of my ghetto back
So i dig deep cuz i got a lot to give
As the world turns, but only one life to live
So come on my children, let's start rebuildin
A new foundation for every man's nation
I try to make a stand, but every stand's a downfall
I sat on the bench while other kids played ball
It's not the fact that i lack athletic
I'd rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic

[chorus 2x]

[king just]
Bow, boom, bang, same to the '90's
Two-six mob, nigga, that's where you'll find me
Down wit black fist, now, my promo's on kiss
And everybody around town want's to talk shit
I guess that's the way life goes, i guess no one knows
Yo, we all choose our own roads
So you choose yours, and i'mma choose mine
Who knows, we just might make it at the same time
Define, yo, the meanin of jealously
And i show you a hundred rappers that can't fuck wit me
True, so what's the moral to the story?
The god is on his way to glory, but yet there's more g.
I became that nigga to the cess
My lifestyle change and now it's headed to the west
I guess, i have to do some shows out there
But when i appear, the crowd shook wit fear
Yo, i can't die wit my steel
I got a career now, to make at the top of my field
So you ask, how does the story end?
One love to shaolin, we gotta die wit our pen

[chorus 4x]

[outro]
Yo this is a message from the god
Dreams come true only if you make 'em happen
One love to shaolin

[chorus 4x]
Shaolin what! move on 'em, stomp!

[king just]
Hama-hama ley! as i fly through the air
Appear, rip and tear just like a spear
Freakin it, wit that ol' crazy ol' flow
(there i go, there i go, there i go)
Yo, see what i mean, i'm fuckin sick
Light the bomb, tick-tick-tick-tick, boom
All i smell is terror, doom
I be the nigga that escape from the patted room
Goo-goo retarded, sickness, the shit
Who put the "hey ya" shit, on that first shit, yeah that shit
Who spits words like you never heard, i'm absurd
Ahh, gettin on ya nerves
Crazy, who could amaze me
Brain stay cessted, i stay lazy
Drivin miss daisy, dukes
Shaolin stomps like boots, and we get deep just like roots
And culture, i leave the style for the vultures
I told ya, you never in your life should of fucked wit the soldiers
Of shaolin, a/k/a staten island
I heard the fuckin kids be wildin

[profes]
Shaolin zoo, who, wu, wu
I deserve a medal for the clicks i be runnin through
Chumps that front, catch lumps
I'm runnin down clowns, my shit is comin down like a dump
Black chumps, sunk into the shit that i flip
I bump, pumps, resultin in my triumph
Chumps who front get dissed
I burn like syphilis, and you be that dick that try and piss
Pa baby, you already saw
While i be on some new shit, that i ain't even ready for
I'm sick, but what you want me to do
I come through, and you couldn't win if it was three of you
If you're concerned, i yearn to burn
And if you're fakin, i straighten niggas out like perms
Every rhyme you wrote before
Because the shaolin moves on more niggas than u-haul
These niggas ain't no calm
So run for you gats, but until then the shaolin stomps

[chorus 4x]

[baby pa]
Do you know me? the obiwan kenobi
Claustrophobic sick, bigger than moby dick, bastard bitch
Yeah right, save it for the judge
But it wasn't me, send us to the sumptuous slash ya m.c.
Severe in the worst form, here comes the swarm
Sound the alarm, now pa drops the bomb
While you're in the hall, look out below
Pa burnin, fuckin wit my sick ass flow
Ping-ping like ricochet rabbit
Or quickdraw mcgraw, cuz this is the last straw
Alakazam, i be the magician master
There she blows, and it fall like niagara
M.c.'s be swearin they could flip the script
But ya best pour like malky and don't be ridicolous

[leatha face]
A soldier, straight from the battlegrounds of hell
Lyrically, i'm killin m.c.'s like brain cells
Til we, are precede to commit bad deeds
A roughneck from the projects, live like new year's eve
Chicks on my dick, like my hand when i'm pissin
In fact, i got more tricks than a magician
To be, or not to be, a real m.c.
Deal wit me, i stay black like b.e.t.
Shaolin, oh my lord, niggas is tryin to front
They want beef, so give them craps what they want
Rhymes be down like members of the enterprise
You can't defeat me, so when will you realize
You guys get black eyes, when i smoke chocolate cha
My styles massive fly, like plains in the sky
The baddest brother in the shaolin hemisphere
It's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't wanna live here

[star]
Release, masterpiece constructed
If nigga is pussy, i leave 'em cherry busted
Dusted, who can fuck wit
Or master absent minded bastard, burns crowds like acid
Yeah, i'm blowin the spot wit a loaded glock
Niggas get popped like a condom
And tight twat, blaow, my shaolin style causes death
My brainstorms are more deformed than birth defects
A sick individual, rips more material
Ill type subliminal, calm the street criminal
Disrespect, you'll get recked, kid, i'm serious
Thou shall burn like an infected clitoris
None can match me, technique's too nasty
Pussy punk chumps bleed without a maxi
Bring ya, who dare play me on the trigga
I love guns so much, i bust nuts when i kill a nigga
Out you end, the rugged top contender, surrender
You're style, i bone like linda
Yo, pass the gat, kid, so i could blast those
And let off more shit than that split between ya asshole
I maintain, to pull my frame, out the corn
Shaolin what! move on 'em stomp

[chorus 4x]

[king just]
Tiger uppercut, yo, what the fuck?
A lotta you rappers, adapt me, so you better duck down
Check out the sound that pound
Rugged raw rap is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep thoughts that's insane
Whether the pen or steel, you gonna feel the pain
I reign, just like a storm droppin bombs
If you wanna get it on, let's get it on
Words is bond, cuz i ain't got no time for you suckas
When the pen hits the pad, i blow past ya muthafuckas
Ain't nothin funny, stop smilin, i'm wildin
Funky freestylin, straight from the shaolin
Island, but you already know the half
Caught in between the world of science and math
Feel the wrath, as i feel the fire down your back
I attack the track like contacts in cow stack
Bring it back, press rewind, on each swine
And my mind intertwines wit rhymes, here's the bottom line
You niggas can't get wit it, forget it
Lookin so sweet, that you make me wanna hit it
Ah shit it, the mentals is lost
But of course, my style is always comin off

[chorus 4x]
Escape from the (shaolin zoo, zoo, zoo)

[king just]
Ain't no stoppin me now, i'm gonna blow
In a way i go, wit another ill flow
Yo, who really started this rap shit, i'm addicted
And i can't stop sayin shit, like sega
I'm street fightin niggas like vega
Black fist, i like to give a finger to ya majors
Fuck you, and all ya groups and ya phony ass troops
Niggas think they rough cuz they trees on they boots
That'll make ya, plus talk is cheap
I roll wit a mob, that rather take it to street
And smoke got me open, i'm chokin
They say i'm brain dead, but how the hell i keep on flowin
On, they wonderin how i've lastin long
It's the bong that i smoke, by the palm wit don
Aow, that make ya wanna sing
I knock ya ass, just like legends of the ring
Ding-ding, nigga let's get ready to rumble
You stumble, if this was football, you fuckin fumble
What the bumba, i sleep around ya shit like slumber
Party, organize crime like john gotti

[chorus 4x]

[king just]
And the way we go, blast off i'm on the next level
Maybe it's because i dance wit the devil
A rebel, without a pause, go four yours
I'm droppin drawers, my metaphor scores on the billboard
Raw, my hardcore sound, uh, touchdown
I'm shaolin bound, for my brother's who ain't fuckin down
I pose a threat, don't forget, i expect that ass
To try and front, and talk all that cheap trash
Smash, hits and shit, i done flip
If my mouth was a automatic, my brain'll be the fuckin clip
Slip, into another case of bass
I face the race, and then be ghost without a fuckin trace
Place the winner, i might eat that ass for dinner
The head spinner, when ya just a beginner
Sinner, i wanna be wit you boo
But i gotta do, what i gotta do, and represent the zoo
Two-six mob is you wit me, special d you in my head
And in all my memories, 2 cent, rauf and hect
Rest in peace from the ill rock vet, time to get right

[chorus 4x]

[break]
(shaolin zoo) '94
(shaolin zoo) shaolin soldiers goin to war
(shaolin zoo) king just
(shaolin zoo) what nigga?

[chorus 4x]

[outro]
You should of let us out, muthafuckas (shaolin zoo)
Aaah

[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
Everyday in may, and niggas don't come around my way
You better head for the door
Cuz i get raw, plus i'm shaolin stompin through ya floor
I want more, pounds and sounds, i'm gettin down
Lick 'em down, i represent place, home and sound
Peep my style, i'm back wit the high pro-lo
Another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow
Aiyo, can i get a fat one? i'm back son
Dead men tell no tales, will be the outcome
The wild hon', hit ya so hard
To make a buck reign rock it to meth
And blow the fuck up

[chorus]

[king just]
It's the return of the bad h-h-holes
No one knows where i get my strange flow
You're slow, it's the mystics of the god
The sex, money, the cess, and the blas'e blah
No sellout, no doubt, cuz i'mma represent
Cuz wayne's world, i'm excellent
Bah humbug, he'll catch a slug from the slug (blaow!)
Black fist make the way while the shaolin show love
Oh lord, that means it's my turn to rock
Hemp pump cock, as i'm smokin up the block
Nonstop, i got skills to go on and on
From dust to dawn, from night to morn'
Word is bond, you're corn, will get eaten
Just like a terrier, i ain't scared of ya
Yo what's on in the area

[chorus 2x]

[outro]
Harvard tactics from the black fist

[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 this
You're style is pussy, i'mma fuck it over like a mattress
Black fist, a new way of music
You choose it, don't confuse it, or reuse it
Cuz if you do, i'm gonna come thru from the zoo
From the shaolin, nigga, you know, who
Pass the meth, so i can get bait
I'm hittin june by the river, slayin ricki by the lake
Take, a good look at what you see
I'mma threat to the industry, until infinity
Take, a good look at what you see
I'mma threat to the industry, until infinity

[chorus 4x]

[king just]
Who wants to test these dark waters?
I'mma slaughter, competition, man listen
On donor, on dancin, on blitzin
Friction, static, tragic, it's magic
I brainstorm and my war becomes havoc
Burn to plastic, on anything i wrap on
I last long, cuz my long niggas ain't strong
Enough, so call my bluff, yo e, this shit is rough
Flyin fist style, wit fuckin uppercuts
Hadooken, i must got drunk wit the allergies
Baby pa ridiculous just like bounty
So watch me, blow this roof off this mother
Yo lover, i think it's time to go deep cover
And smother the real from the fake
I cut the tongue off a snake, and i throw it in a lake
I await, bake the cow, it's the style
It's the style? man, it's gotta be the style
Cuz i keep hittin you wit hits and shit
On that first shit, to that last shit
On that other shit, what ever kin
If you wanna, bring it on
I'mma don, plus i got it goin on
Word is bond, sing the song of the king
And his soldier friends, aah
I thought this track would never end

[chorus 4x]

*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]