1.Sex, Cess And The Blas'e Blah
Sex, nature, money, evil, cess the root of earth, blas'e blah
unknown
The mystics, the mentals, thoughts wandering
Exploring new expeditions
Taking the music of the inner soul and minds of the young
generation
Our future
Who knows about this world filled with nothing but money, greed
and girls
Or what about the music i release
Does it calm the savage beast or make you go wild in the streets
I'm at the edge of insanity
My life is on it's last thread
I feel like i'm the living dead
That's why i walk the earth with braids in my head
My strong's like the strength of sampson
Whith thoughts more insaine than charels manson
Power enhancing
That's why i take these chances
Cuz life is like a big game
Either you win or loose
And since i got one life to loose, i play to win
Cus in the end we all loose
You say you do not understand, how can you not understand
It's in the music, it's in the words, it's in everything i hear
or see
Intertwining with rhymes, casts and spells
That cross these dark words of horror
Hip-hop is the way, it is the infinity gauntlet
The legend will live on forever, everlasting
I am the king
The mystics of the god, king just
Though i confuse, i only got one life to loose
So i choose to break all rules and act like a fool
Fuck school because they never understood
They didn't know me and they didn't care about my hood
Good, cus i don't want they sympathy anyway
I'd rather pray for better days and make my own way
Hay, i gotta get mine somehow, somewhere
I ma smoke that nigga that be creepin through the stairs
Yeah, cus life is so complex
All i want is marijuana and sex and flex in the lex
Test, you ain't shit, neither am i
It's fucked up and i don't give a fuck weather i live or die
Why do i love to get high
Why do i cry inside
Why do i live to die
Questions that can't be answered
Here is the truth which is untold, and watch my thoughts unfold
Unbaffled, scientists been baffled
How can the projects create this fuckin attitude
It's my grattitude, right back at you
If your going to hurt me then i'm gonna hurt you
Yo, who really knows what's on the other side
That's why i get high
Mystics of the god means i'll never die
2.Shaolin Soldiers
That's all we got, we gonna need
Choose, you ready
Yeah, let's do this shit
Yeah, yeah, yo who be that？
Yo that's the god？
Yeah, word up, niggas gotta learn to fuckin answer me dude
I want 'em all, fuck that
Shaolin, shao!!!
What, what, my gods is raced up
The thought that i throw is like a blow to your gut
Word up, what the fuck, the god creates drama
Two-six horror, terrorize the nigga mama
I smell marce in the air, yeah
Where, all my gods standin right here
In the rear, tryin to sneak me from behind
Shaolin, rush 'em, nah nah he's mines
Die earth scum, die, die
It's just like a needle goin straight to my eye
Oh why, does it have to be this way
I don't know, but i flip the shit everyday
So come on, where you at, where you at
Pass me my gat, i'ma kill a cat, if they ever fuck wit the rats
And that be the shit in my life
The god ain't trife, yikes, yikes
Fool strikes, kung fu, killa comin through
Ooh, that be that nigga from the zoo
But yet ya wanna ask me, how i slam a jam
It's simple, all i do is gram on a gram in a cracker
Hit ya like a linebacker, i'mma gat ya
When i get ya, i'mma blast ya
Blaow, like kool moe dee, how ya like me know
When my style is ill, raow raow
Shaolin soldiers! (hey!)
Enough is enough, wit this corn ball stuff
About who can get rough and tough, or who can get snuffed
Please, if you came to battle, then rap
Cuz your name ain't scarface, and you don't own no gat
You ain't hurtin nothin, ain't no future in frontin
You probably ain't even sayin nuthin
Yo you're bluffin, puttin like your styles is phat
But your rhymes are wack and you sound like you on plaque
New jack, you're a wanna be, down to be, soon to be
Whatever you want, let it be
And i'mma hit ya wit a safer rap
To make you shut ya trap, and get the god hand clap, smack
Hit across your lips wit some shit
That make ya wanna spit and do two back flips
Blue top, i clear through the air
You against me？ well i don't think that's fair
You need more people to match my equal
And even if then, there won't be no sequel
Yo, let's get straight to the matter
How my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter
Ask betty crocker, yo it's in the batter
And i'mma climb the charts and splatter
Why would you wanna write my shit like that？
Why must the god chase the cat？
Why would you even wanna front like that？
Smile in my face, and talk shit behind my back
Damn nigga, you must of wasted ya time
If you wanted to be rapper, i done wrote you a rhyme
Yo, you don't get no props, for bitin my shit
You only get props, for bein on my dick
But when you hear this, don't be mad
Just be glad, that i ain't whip on ya monkey ass
You got a lotta balls bitin my style
Soon we gonna be on it like aow, aow
Put your shit on the court
Cuz this one here takes to take 'em, yo i'm brake
Lord forgiveness sake, for they do not know what they do
When they bent the zoo, i should of brought it to they whole
crew
Badoop a doo, oh my god nigga, let's be real
The eight commandment, says thou shall not steal
Help police, i'm being robbed
By some corns on the car, that need to get a fuckin real job
The mob rocks more shit than boulders
I told ya, everybody can't be a soldier
3.Warrior's Drum(Westside Remix)
＊edited words＊
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
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
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
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
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？
4.Leave Now
Falalalala
Yo, this is how we do this shit
Niggas better move, niggas better get back
Niggas better move, don't fake no jacks (leave now!)
I come like a river, i'll make ya shake ya zipper
The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya
Raw, hardcore, sounds that pound
Stop, look, what's that sound？
Come on now, you've got to swing with the king
Cuz the things i bring'll cause more ruckus than rodney king
Riots, gimme ya head and i'mma fry it
Try it, i just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
Cats are jammin like mitch green, more albums than al green
A fiend for rap, puttin this shit on back
For my niggas who put me on the map (like that, like that)
Back, flash his ring around the axis
Feel my mark upon ya chest when it slashes
Slow like molasses, black fist is massive
And i rock rhymes from here to shaolin to dallas
Boom, the bomb, the mega don drops
What the blood clots？ two-six fuckin shots
Stand clear for the warfare
Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air
Yea, the mega don's repossessin shit
And i'll represent, kid these misfits are militant
Since, life's a bitch, i'mma use her
One life to lose her, the mega don's a death abuser
Like a butt, niggas better spit at you
I'm sick, with what i'm dealin with, shaolin be rippin shit
On the wreck, mega don, knotty dread brothers
We actin live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
Check it out, it's the mutt who rules like king tut'
You rappers suck, it's another black fist uppercut
All i wish for is blunts and stunts
You get played like a dunce, i get props makin mutts
Misfits, a bunch of hoods with knapps, hairs twisted
Steppin to my crew, you wouldn't wanna risk it
Just listen, i'mma school that ass like the board of ed
A skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick head
Nuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smoke
Blow it out thru my nose, then take another tote
I hope, that i could live large like boss hogg
The cat's out the bag, fuck it, let loose the dogs
I'm walkin niggas like a pit, it's the profes
Be on my face, hard like an erect dick
I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitors
Van clans are canned, they can't understand my slammin stamina
I master trash in blastin, ass-rappin
This gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actin
Approachers, choke from the smoke of snub noses
And die, high off highly potent doses of dopeness
I posted, roast up these jokers, it's over
Quit, i'm rippin off your shit like strip poker
Each one, teach one son, but you was taught wrong
I swarm, rip four pawns, you're torn, sick thoughts form
But if i ever want z's chief, i just repeat
No wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleep
Black fist, the shaolin click, declares war
So move, move muthafucka, what you waitin for？
Fuck that, blood clot!
(easy, easy, selecta, black fist is ours, celestial
Any man want some must get after dem)
Big shout out, all right
Big shout out to all my man lock down
Shitty brown (my man will)
Ah.. two-six mob, my liners
Ah.. mza (l.k.) ah.. gp wu
Ah.. barry', ah.. meth-tical
Boogie, ah.. k.c., yes.. uh..
Meth-tical! haha
(chris) two-two's
All right, all right, little mza
Uh.. shaggy, shaggy, shaggy.. ＊fades＊
5.No Flows On The Rodeo
Well here i am, the funky man wit the ill manner
Don't spasm, cuz i be y'all bad mamma jamma
I told ya couldn't fuck wit me, nanananana
I turn incredible hulk back into david bammer
I am a slammin this shit just like a human hammer
And rock suits from timbuktu to alabama
Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword
Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my god
Yo it's on, movin in like desert storm
Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where's my bong？
Light it up, cuz i'mma smoke shit just like a gemini
For niggas who don't remember, yo mo bee
Make it easy, girls wanna seize me
Believe me, it's the same shit at the 6 g
Harvard tactics, breakin niggas backwards
The zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practice
These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill
Knowin they ain't real, knowin they ain't got skills
I'm from the hill, where niggas go to toe to toe
In other words, no flows on the rodeo
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yo, no flows on the rodeo
Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the zoo
It's the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop
Who blew the roof？ poof, straight into the mystics
Super sadistic, i'm butter like a biscuit
Oh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer
I flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomas
On like pumas, and niggas can't throw me out
Cuz the rhymes i give'll get ya dick hard like pencil stout
Shout, a little bit louder now
Who's that nigga goin, aow, aow
Style, makes me superhyginetic
Fuck athletics, i'm dope and poetic
Forget it, cuz niggas don't want none
Can't get none, probably done before they see the outcome
The drum, is the constant beat in my ear
The warrior, is me, because i have no fear
I sware, to my little seed, take heed
Cuz in this rap shit, i'mma succeed and smoke weed
And get lifted, high as a kite
You can't fuck wit the rhymes i write
So you write, tonight's the night
I'm ready to fight, it's on and it's war
I turn, i shoot, i score
I'm like a threat to a needle, make more hits than beatles
And stay sharp like a church steeple
For my people, i gotta put 'em on somehow
Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down？
Bow, i'm blowin up spots this year
I don't care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs
Be prepared, for all types of shit like this
Hits after hits, it can only be black fist
Shit, what you thinkin
The reason, i'm the shit is cuz i'm stinkin
Ya niggas is dead like abe lincoln
I'm thinkin, i'm a fuckin master plan
It be the man, that made me the man that i am
God damn, the nigga slams like nba jam
Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown aquaman
It couldn't happen, i'm still on the staten
Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin
I'm blastin, all up in the like a shuttle
Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle
Of blood for my niggas lock down, one love
For you niggas who don't like me, blaow, catch a slug
What, '95
No one survive
6.Round 'em Up
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
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
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
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
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
Harvard tactics from the black fist
7.Can I Get Some
Hell yeah
This is how we supposed to do
Uh-huh, black fist we gon' do？
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？
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
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
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
Yeah, how we on that shaolin soldier shit
King just, the mystics of the god
Sex, money, and cess and the blas'e blah
8.Pain
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
Pain, yo, is all i feel
I'mma die wit my pen, or i'mma die wit my steel
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
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
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
Yo this is a message from the god
Dreams come true only if you make 'em happen
One love to shaolin
9.Move On 'em Stomp(Remix)
Shaolin what! move on 'em, stomp!
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
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
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
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
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
10.Escape From The Zoo
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
Escape from the (shaolin zoo, zoo, zoo)
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
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
(shaolin zoo) '94
(shaolin zoo) shaolin soldiers goin to war
(shaolin zoo) king just
(shaolin zoo) what nigga？
You should of let us out, muthafuckas (shaolin zoo)
Aaah
11.Warrior's Drum
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
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
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
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
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'ma 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'mma 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 types 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？
Herb like this, mound up and roll it out
12.Boom Bow!
Boom bow, my style be oww
I be comin down wit that funky shao'
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
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
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
13.Hassan Chop
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
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
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
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
A new era, a new day and age
Off the wall hip hop
Raow, raow
Once again, peace
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