Round em Up

<br>[intro]<br><br>Yo man, yo, I dont know man<br><br>Yo this rock thing got me buggin yo<br><br>Word, I be buggin out and shit<br><br>Yo, yo<br><br><br><br>[king just]<br><br>Baby are you ready? on the zone high<br><br>Oh why, must these bastards try<br><br>To test, my buddha cess, mine I remind<br><br>The fist knew the time, and I came wit the rhyme<br><br>Fly, on top of the world<br><br>I came to kick this shit for the boys and the girls<br><br>Twirl, into the wind of shaolin<br><br>Begin where you want, and end where you in<br><br>Come on, send, a message to you crew and your troops<br><br>That my soldiers stomp like timberland boots<br><br>Fruit, roll up, yo hold up, lucky<br><br>Make your the cal is tight, packed in tuckly<br><br>I might be, comin at a project near you<br><br>Wit the zoo and the two, and the whole shaboo<br><br>Shebang, its the God doin his thing<br><br>And it aint no thang, but a chicken wing<br><br>The king, sits on the throne wit a bone<br><br>And Im known, from makin a fuck wit microphone<br><br>In the zone on my own, always singin alone<br><br>And Id be damn, if I take a fuckin ugly bitch home<br><br>Roam through the ancient tomb of doom<br><br>A metamorphosis, that becomes a cocoon<br><br><br><br>[chorus]<br><br>Round em up, move em up, lay em down (flat)<br><br>Shootin m.c.s wit my lyrical (gat)<br><br>Never had to front cuz the mob got my (back)<br><br>Like that (like that) like that, like that<br><br><br><br>[king just]<br><br>Yo, Im back, to set shit straight<br><br>Aiyo, waitin from the king<br><br>You never make it past the castle gates<br><br>Norman bates is my fate, but I gotta escape<br><br>I fuckin hate the plate, but I know I gotta date<br><br>Escape to the next cut, and blow up, grow up<br><br>Ah, rhymes thatll fuckin rot<br><br>To your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear<br><br>I see fear, whenever the God presence is near<br><br>Clear, the way, cuz I slay<br><br>Everyday in may, and niggas dont come around my way<br><br>You better head for the door<br><br>Cuz I get raw, plus Im shaolin stompin through ya floor<br><br>I want more, pounds and sounds, Im gettin down<br><br>Lick em down, I represent place, home and sound<br><br>Peep my style, Im back wit the high pro-lo<br><br>Another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow<br><br>Aiyo, can I get a fat one? Im back son<br><br>Dead men tell no tales, will be the outcome<br><br>The wild hon, hit ya so hard<br><br>To make a buck reign rock it to meth<br><br>And blow the fuck up<br><br><br><br>[chorus]<br><br><br><br>[king just]<br><br>Its the return of the bad h-h-holes<br><br>No one knows where I get my strange flow<br><br>Youre slow, its the mystics of the god<br><br>The sex, money, the cess, and the blase blah<br><br>No sellout, no doubt, cuz imma represent<br><br>Cuz waynes world, Im excellent<br><br>Bah humbug, hell catch a slug from the slug (blaow!)<br><br>Black fist make the way while the shaolin show love<br><br>Oh lord, that means its my turn to rock<br><br>Hemp pump cock, as Im smokin up the block<br><br>Nonstop, I got skills to go on and on<br><br>From dust to dawn, from night to morn<br><br>Word is bond, youre corn, will get eaten<br><br>Just like a terrier, I aint scared of ya<br><br>Yo whats on in the area<br><br><br><br>[chorus 2x]<br><br><br><br>[outro]<br><br>Harvard tactics from the black fist