Round `Em Up — текст песни (King Just)

[Intro]
Yo man, yo, I don`t know man
Yo this rock thing got me buggin yo
Word, I be buggin out and shit
Yo, yo

[King Just]
Baby are you ready? On the zone high
Oh why, must these bastards try
To test, my buddha cess, mine I remind
The Fist knew the time, and I came wit the rhyme
Fly, on top of the world
I came to kick this shit for the boys and the girls
Twirl, into the wind of Shaolin
Begin where you want, and end where you in
Come on, send, a message to you crew and your troops
That my Soldiers stomp like Timberland boots
Fruit, roll up, yo hold up, lucky
Make your the `cal is tight, packed in tuckly
I might be, comin at a project near you
Wit the Zoo and the Two, and the whole shaboo
Shebang, it`s the God doin his thing
And it ain`t no thang, but a chicken wing
The King, sits on the throne wit a bone
And I`m known, from makin a fuck wit microphone
In the zone on my own, always singin alone
And I`d be damn, if I take a fuckin ugly bitch home
Roam through the ancient tomb of doom
A metamorphosis, that becomes a cocoon

[Chorus]
Round `em up, move `em up, lay `em down (flat)
Shootin M.C.`s wit my lyrical (gat)
Never had to front cuz the Mob got my (back)
Like that (like that) like that, like that

[King Just]
Yo, I`m back, to set shit straight
Aiyo, waitin from the King
You never make it past the castle gates
Norman Bates is my fate, but I gotta escape
I fuckin hate the plate, but I know I gotta date
Escape to the next cut, and blow up, grow up
Ah, rhymes that`ll fuckin rot
To your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear
I see fear, whenever the God presence is near
Clear, the way, cuz I slay
Everyday in May, and niggas don`t come around my way
You better head for the door
Cuz I get raw, plus I`m Shaolin stompin through ya floor
I want more, pounds and sounds, I`m gettin down
Lick `em down, I represent place, home and sound
Peep my style, I`m back wit the high pro-lo
Another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow
Aiyo, can I get a fat one? I`m back son
Dead men tell no tales, will be the outcome
The wild hon`, hit ya so hard
To make a buck reign rock it to Meth
And blow the fuck up

[Chorus]

[King Just]
It`s the return of the bad h-h-holes
No one knows where I get my strange flow
You`re slow, it`s the Mystics of the God
The Sex, Money, the Cess, and the Blas`e Blah
No sellout, no doubt, cuz I`mma represent
Cuz Wayne`s World, I`m excellent
Bah humbug, he`ll catch a slug from the slug (blaow!)
Black Fist make the way while the Shaolin show love
Oh lord, that means it`s my turn to rock
Hemp pump cock, as I`m smokin up the block
Nonstop, I got skills to go on and on
From dust to dawn, from night to morn`
Word is bond, you`re corn, will get eaten
Just like a Terrier, I ain`t scared of ya
Yo what`s on in the area

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro]
Harvard tactics from the Black Fist



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