Can I get the phat intro?
This is how you was gon start it off?
Yeah, knowhatimsayin?
This is the God, the Drunken Monk, King Just
Comin' through for the Shaolin crew
Black Fist, yo hit 'em wit a uppercut

Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh
Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya, can I get some?
The sounds of the warrior's drum
On the warpath, don't make me laugh
'Cause you never in your life, want to ever see the God's wrath
I'mma chief that smoke weed outta peace pipes
Yo, bro, I'm half Indian, so you're right
I'mma about to show you wit my mic sword
Yo Shaolin sling, come on raise the sword
Charge, they all crowd from the Black Fist
I got fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wrist
M.C.'s fall and they can't get up
I do the rap, why, yes that's a cut
Huh, right back at you, niggas better run
Or feel the force of the Hell Razah's gun
Gupao, gupao, my style is wild chopped in the Shao'
Zoo, aow, aow, I can flip it acapello
I'll make you jelly like Jell-O, figaro, figaro
Who would think that the Just would go opera
You could ask Hammer, he know my shit is popper
Stopper, stopper, like Cuddy Ranks
I'm takin' money to bank, and my moms I like I'd like to thank
Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the job
And Just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme
Bring it


And there's a thousand M.C.'s, lined up against the wall
Timber, they all gonna fall
Hassan Chop, yo I can't stop
Givin' you that off the wall hip hop
To ya ear, make ya want to cheer
Hallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now I'm in second gear
Yo, I'm out of here, to get the mo' tical
From the Meth-Tical, hit the budd' tical
Know I'm headed to the hotel
But I'll be pokin' and strokin'
Yo the hair, got Tical, got a nigga open
Hey daddy, who them those over there?
Shaolin Soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya
That I'm the nigga, that they call Stompy
Who got the looks of a killa dead zombie
I take 'em off, sure fast cannin' ya tour
They couldn't catch my style if I was a baseball
Bases loaded, and I got my back gun
Blaow, boom, bang, oh shit a home run
Yo, the crowd goes crazy
Bring it, if you want, 'cause you really don't amaze me


Look who's back, it's the Hell Razah, raisin hell
And I've been rockin' rhymes, since niggas been rockin' gazelles
My slang can bang, so I guess I be the man
You couldn't hang wit my style, if you invented the Ku Klux Klan
I'm like AT&T, I'ma reach ya through ya speaker
I got more sole than a sneaker
Asylum, I'm crazy, I guess I'm wildin'
My stylin', is the record straight from the Shaolin
By the kiss of the Black Fist
Shit is sick, here to make ya want to drown a fish
Under water, I'mma slaughter, like a change machine wit no quarter
Out of order, run for the border
The hardcore rap act is back
I stick out like a thumbtack, I wipe niggas off the map
And I rhyme to get paid, 'cause when I raid
I wouldn't want to hear ya style wit a hearing aid
Straight up crook, meaner than Captain Hook
Look out, look out, stomp like Bigfoot
And I don't give a fuck about a girl
My crew is more crazy than Bebe Kids in fuckin' Fun World
I'm causin' niggas doom, I mean sonic boom
I'm fuckin' stupid, I write rhymes in the boiler room
Like Krugger, funky dope maneuver
The Drunken Monk is so funky, they call me manure
Horse shit, I flip shit, oh my God, I rip shit
I talk shit, no one can shit, like I shit
Shit like this, get you upset
Because the shit that I was singin', was pumpin' through ya projects
How much types must I say shit?
Well, if the shit ain't worth the shit
Then I don't want to be wit the shit
And then you be like "Oh shit, he flipped it"
Now ain't that some shit kid?

[Chorus: x2]

Herb like this, mound up and roll it out
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Warrior's Drum Lyrics

King Just – Warrior's Drum Lyrics