K.j. Rhyme

[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 meet

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 fees 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. rhyme

[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 scarred 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 niggaz better hope I don't get a deal and sign

[Chorus 4X]

[King Just]

You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. Excite

You've been rappin' for a long time but don't sound right

Not quite as the hype that you recite

Mr. All-Day, I'll do it to your ass night

On sight, I smash anything you write

With K-9 teeth for niggaz who bagpipe

Walk to the light and bring your mic

You won't last one minute in a ten round fight

The Al-Qada type that'll snipe your windpipe

Siege your general, and strip him of his stripes

Either you men or mice, you gon' still pay the price

You either take my advice, or roll the dice

Real life, still trife, walk with a gun

Talk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twice

On tight, and you just might take flight

M.C.'s got left, why you think they not right

Hang glide like a kite, on the turnpike

With two bitches, that's some Dick Van Dyke

Pay-per-view satellite, there's a need to feed my appetite

Pick up your weight, cuz you ain't got the hype

Battle me, your need an invite, black or white

And I'll still drink a forty with ice

I still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight?

I'm the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite

He's nice, and taste like Chinese rice

And from shit on the stick, he the pastry whites

You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeist

I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice

This is a heist, I suggest you remove your ice

Before you be up in close and person over Christ

Get on your 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 One's, I call it Air Strikes (*echoes*)

[Chorus 4X]

[Outro: children]

Way!

No way!

No way!

No way!

No way!