Текст песни (U-God f) King Just - K.J. Rhyme
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[Intro: King Just]Yo! This is K.J., all day, every dayAround your way, in your hallwayPuffin` ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs..Let`s go... let`s go... let`s go..K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let`s go..[King Just]Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this is AtticaAmerica, home of the Chainsaw MassacreDracula, sink my teeth into this beatAnd sleep on corners where you drug dealers meetStay out of reach, but I keep arm distanceWe can`t hold him down, cuz I`m just too persistantListen, nitroglycerin, finish himKryptonite for all you fuckin` SupermenIt`s him again, and I`m feelin` fineWatch where you walk, you might step on landminesTech nine crime, quote him line for lineIntertwine with a mind like Albert EinsteinOptimus prime, throw heat like the sunI got fees in this rap, why you think I`m on the run?And when it`s all said and done, I`m handlin` my bizAll the kids around the world is gonna is, is.[Chorus 4X: King Just w/ children]Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymesNobody, K.J. rhyme[King Just]Now which one of ya`ll could do it like I?I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pieQuicker sea fry, hang glide slideK.J. go way-way like pantry pieZebra Lounge crowd, yo, that`s LoungeIf I ain`t put it down by the ramp with 18 poundCherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.PEver since Champ God robbed the fuckin` Mickey D`sYa`ll was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpotStop frontin`, cuz you got the hip hop Scott `RockFace lock the shot, we got the studio bookedLook up your history, I`m still off the hookIt`s Mark Twain, I`m rollin` like Oliver TwistBack now, to smackdown shit that you missedKiss where the sun don`t shine, bottom lineYa`ll niggaz better hope I don`t get a deal and sign[Chorus 4X][King Just]You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. ExciteYou`ve been rappin` for a long time but don`t sound rightNot quite as the hype that you reciteMr. All-Day, I`ll do it to your ass nightOn sight, I smash anything you writeWith K-9 teeth for niggaz who bagpipeWalk to the light and bring your micYou won`t last one minute in a ten round fightThe Al-Qada type that`ll snipe your windpipeSiege your general, and strip him of his stripesEither you men or mice, you gon` still pay the priceYou either take my advice, or roll the diceReal life, still trife, walk with a gunTalk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twiceOn tight, and you just might take flightM.C.`s got left, why you think they not rightHang glide like a kite, on the turnpikeWith two bitches, that`s some Dick Van DykePay-per-view satellite, there`s a need to feed my appetitePick up your weight, cuz you ain`t got the hypeBattle me, your need an invite, black or whiteAnd I`ll still drink a forty with iceI still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight?I`m the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin` remix the SpriteHe`s nice, and taste like Chinese riceAnd from shit on the stick, he the pastry whitesYou the Latter Day Saints, I`m the PoltergeistI`m the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a sliceThis is a heist, I suggest you remove your iceBefore you be up in close and person over ChristGet on your Big Wheel bike and take a hikeCuz around these parts, you not likedParasite, don`t have me flex my micI don`t rock Air Force One`s, I call it Air Strikes (*echoes*)[Chorus 4X][Outro: children]Way!No way!No way!No way!No way!