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king just - move on 'em stomp (remix) كلمات الأغنية

(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 f-ckin sick
light the bomb, tick-tick-tick-tick, boom
all i smell is terror, doom
i be the n-gg- that escape from the patted room
goo-goo r-t-rded, sickness, the sh-t
who put the “hey ya” sh-t, on that first sh-t, yeah that sh-t
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 f-cked wit the soldiers
of shaolin, a/k/a staten island
i heard the f-ckin 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 sh-t is comin down like a dump
black chumps, sunk into the sh-t that i flip
i b-mp, pumps, resultin in my triumph
chumps who front get dissed
i burn like syphilis, and you be that d-ck that try and p-ss
pa baby, you already saw
while i be on some new sh-t, 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 n-gg-s out like perms
every rhyme you wrote before
because the shaolin moves on more n-gg-s than u-haul
these n-gg-s 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 ken-bi
claustrophobic sick, bigger than moby d-ck, b-st-rd b-tch
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, f-ckin wit my sick -ss 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 h-ll
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 d-ck, like my hand when i’m p-ssin
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, n-gg-s is tryin to front
they want beef, so give them cr-ps 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 m-ssive 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 n-gg- is p-ssy, i leave ’em cherry busted
dusted, who can f-ck wit
or master absent minded b-st-rd, burns crowds like acid
yeah, i’m blowin the spot wit a loaded glock
n-gg-s get popped like a condom
and tight tw-t, 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 cl-toris
none can match me, technique’s too nasty
p-ssy 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 n-gg-
out you end, the rugged top contender, surrender
you’re style, i bone like linda
yo, p-ss the gat, kid, so i could blast those
and let off more sh-t than that split between ya -sshole
i maintain, to pull my frame, out the corn
shaolin what! move on ’em stomp

(chorus 4x)

- king just

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