King Just

King Just - Move On 'Em Stomp lyrics

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[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 fuckin sick

Light the bomb, tick-tick-tick-tick, boom

All I smell is terror, doom

I be the nigga that escape from the patted room

Goo-goo retarded, sickness, the shit

Who put the "Hey ya" shit, on that first shit, yeah that shit

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 fucked wit the Soldiers

Of Shaolin, a/k/a Staten Island

I heard the fuckin 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 shit is comin down like a dump

Black chumps, sunk into the shit that I flip

I bump, pumps, resultin in my triumph

Chumps who front get dissed

I burn like syphilis, and you be that dick that try and piss

Pa Baby, you already saw

While I be on some new shit, 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 niggas out like perms

Every rhyme you wrote before

Because the Shaolin moves on more niggas than U-Haul

These niggas ain't no calm

So run for you gats, but until then the Shaolin stomps



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[Baby Pa]

Do you know me? The Obiwan Kenobi

Claustrophobic sick, bigger than Moby Dick, bastard bitch

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, fuckin wit my sick ass 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 Hell

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 dick, like my hand when I'm pissin

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, niggas is tryin to front

They want beef, so give them craps 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 massive 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 nigga is pussy, I leave 'em cherry busted

Dusted, who can fuck wit

Or master absent minded bastard, burns crowds like acid

Yeah, I'm blowin the spot wit a loaded glock

Niggas get popped like a condom

And tight twat, 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 clitoris

None can match me, technique's too nasty

Pussy 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 nigga

Out you end, the rugged top contender, surrender

You're style, I Bone like Linda

Yo, pass the gat, kid, so I could blast those

And let off more shit than that split between ya asshole

I maintain, to pull my frame, out the corn

Shaolin What! Move on 'em stomp



[Chorus 4X]
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