This is Hip-Hop

[Hook: King Just singing]

Hey yo, you got mad flow, you gon' get dough

Light that endo (Come on say it again!)

Hey yo, you got mad flow (You know you got it!)

You gon' get dough, light that endo (Come on say it again!)

[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

So 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 gonna 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

[Chorus: King Just]

This is Hip-Hop, this is who I am

You think I really give a damn? (Get 'em!)

Cuz we here to stay, KJ, man, I'm on my way

(Now everybody say..) This is Hip-Hop, this is who I am

Do you think I really give a damn?

[King Just]

Listen here, pioneer, lemme make things clear

Any cosmic rappers I'll blow out the atmosphere

We are Borg and we came to assimilate

Violate, annihilate, vindicate and get it straight

And once and for all, I'll give it to y'all

And shit on ya name like a bathroom stall

Number 1 draft pick without the b-ball

And the bigger they come, the harder they fall

If I was in ya era I'd still be a terror

The only nigga that could beat me is standin' in the mirror

You'd hear me clearer without the interferer

If I was in the woods fightin' a bear, help the bear

He's what's up! And you? You not

Ya old school like Rocky Johnson, I'm more like The Rock

The people's eyebrow, the people's elbow

If anyone fuck with the Just, hell no!

[Hook x2 w/ ad-libs]

[Outro: King Just]

Told y'all, KJ, everyday, all day

Around ya way, in ya hallway, puffin' John Jay

You see me say?