No Flows on the Rodeo

[King Just]<br>Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill manner<br>Don`t spasm, cuz I be y`all bad mamma jamma<br>I told ya couldn`t fuck wit me, nanananana<br>I turn Incredible Hulk back into David Bammer<br>I am a slammin this shit just like a human hammer<br>And rock suits from Timbuktu to Alabama<br>Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword<br>Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my God<br>Yo it`s on, movin in like Desert Storm<br>Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where`s my bong?<br>Light it up, cuz I`mma smoke shit just like a Gemini<br>For niggas who don`t remember, yo Mo Bee<br>Make it easy, girls wanna seize me<br>Believe me, it`s the same shit at the 6 G<br>Harvard tactics, breakin niggas backwards<br>The Zoo stickin niggas like cactus, for practice<br>These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill<br>Knowin they ain`t real, knowin they ain`t got skills<br>I`m from the Hill, where niggas go to toe to toe<br>In other words, no flows on the rodeo<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br>Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo<br>Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo<br>Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo<br>Yo, no flows on the rodeo<br><br>[King Just]<br>Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigga out the Zoo<br>It`s the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop<br>Who blew the roof? Poof, straight into the Mystics<br>Super sadistic, I`m butter like a biscuit<br>Oh shit kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer<br>I flip hits and shits, and free my kazoomas<br>On like Pumas, and niggas can`t throw me out<br>Cuz the rhymes I give`ll get ya dick hard like pencil stout<br>Shout, a little bit louder now<br>Who`s that nigga goin, aow, aow<br>Style, makes me superhyginetic<br>Fuck athletics, I`m dope and poetic<br>Forget it, cuz niggas don`t want none<br>Can`t get none, probably done before they see the outcome<br>The Drum, is the constant beat in my ear<br>The Warrior, is me, because I have no fear<br>I sware, to my little seed, take heed<br>Cuz in this rap shit, I`mma succeed and smoke weed<br>And get lifted, high as a kite<br>You can`t fuck wit the rhymes I write<br>So you write, tonight`s the night<br>I`m ready to fight, it`s on and it`s war<br>I turn, I shoot, I score<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[King Just]<br>I`m like a threat to a needle, make more hits than Beatles<br>And stay sharp like a church steeple<br>For my people, I gotta put `em on somehow<br>Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?<br>Bow, I`m blowin up spots this year<br>I don`t care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs<br>Be prepared, for all types of shit like this<br>Hits after hits, it can only be Black Fist<br>Shit, what you thinkin<br>The reason, I`m the shit is cuz I`m stinkin<br>Ya niggas is dead like Abe Lincoln<br>I`m thinkin, I`m a fuckin master plan<br>It be the man, that made me the man that I am<br>God damn, the nigga slams like NBA Jam<br>Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown Aquaman<br>It couldn`t happen, I`m still on the Staten<br>Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin<br>I`m blastin, all up in the like a shuttle<br>Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle<br>Of blood for my niggas lock down, one love<br>For you niggas who don`t like me, blaow, catch a slug<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Outro]<br>What, `95<br>No one survive