[Intro: King Just]
Yo! This is K.J., all day, every day
Around your way, in your hallway
Puffin' 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 Attica
America, home of the Chainsaw Massacre
Dracula, sink my teeth into this beat
And sleep on corners where you drug dealers eat
Stay out of reach, but I keep arm distance
We can't hold him down, cuz I'm just too persistant
Listen, nitroglycerin, finish him
Kryptonite for all you fuckin' Supermen
It's him again! And I'm feelin' fine
Watch where you walk, you might step on landmines
Tech nine crime, quote him line for line
Intertwine with a mind like Albert Einstein
Optimus Prime, throw heat like the sun
I got G's in this rap, why you think I'm on the run?
And when it's all said and done, I'm handlin' my biz
All the kids around the world is gonna is, is..
[Chorus 4X: King Just w/ children]
Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymes
Nobody, K.J. rhymes
[King Just]
Now which one of ya'll could do it like I?
I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie
Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide
K.J. go way-way like pantry pie
Zebra Lounge crowd, yo, that's Lounge
If I ain't put it down by the ramp with 18 pound
Cherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.P.
Ever since Champ God robbed the fuckin' Mickey D's
Ya'll was scared and needed reincarnation of jackpot
Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock
Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked
Look up your history, I'm still off the hook
It's Mark Twain, I'm rollin' like Oliver Twist
Back now, to Smackdown shit that you missed
Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line
Ya'll niggas better hope I don't get a deal and sign
[Chorus 4X]
[King Just]
You done lit dynamite on Mr. Excite
You been rappin' for a long time and don't sound right
Not quite as the hype that you recite
Mr. All Day, I do it to ya ass all night
On sight, I smash anything you write
With canine teeth for niggas who back-bite
Walk to the light and bring ya mic
You won't last one minute in a ten round fight
The Al Qaeda type that'll snipe ya windpipe
And seize ya General and strip him of his stripes
Either you men or mice you gon' still pay the price
You need to take my advice and roll the dice
Real life, still trife
Walk with a gun, talk with a knife
Double CD so you could buy me twice, hold tight!
And you just might take flight
MC's got left while you think they not right
Hang-glide like a kite on the turnpike
with two bad bitches that suck Dick Van Dyke
Pay per view satellite is a need to feed my appetite
Pick up ya weight cuz you ain't got the hype
Battle me? You need an invite, black or white
And I still drink a 40 with Ike
I still smoke a Lee joint from Spike, aight?
I'm the reason why Coca Cola have to fuckin' remix the Sprite
He's nice! And safe like Chinese rice
If I'm the shit on the stick, you the baby wipes
You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeists
I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice
This is a heist, I suggest you remove ya ice
before you be Up Close and Personal with Christ
Get on ya Big Wheel bike and take a hike
cuz around these parts, you not liked
Parasite, don't have me flex my mic
I don't rock Air Force 1's, I call air strikes (*echoes*)
[Chorus 4X]
[Outro: children]
Way!
No way!
No way!
No way!
No way!