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[Chorus: D'Zyre (King Just)] All you need, if you can feed us We gon' keep it moving, on and on and on (On and on and on, on and on and on Check it, check it out, to the break of, break of, dawn On and on and on, on and on and on Check it, check it out, to the break of, break of, dawn) [King Just] Yo, we gon' step to this, we gon' rep to this N.Y.C., nigga, done bled for this On the last to miss, they gon' blast my hits Taking forty duece splits, buying chicks KICKS! Gorillas in the myst, boy, planets of the ape Superman of rap, all I need is a cape Top eight at eight, hot five at nine Playa hater niggas don't wanna see me shine Time after time, I'mma tell you again Go against KJ, you ain't got no wins Battle you in a holding pen with all your men Dance on you like the bottom of my Timbs Skins when I want 'em, trees when I need 'em Ain't no nigga out there could defeat 'em If you can't beat 'em, well you might as well join 'em Niggas need work, well you might as well employ 'em [Chorus] [King Just] I done did these raps, you can check my stats I'm the one that spit darts on a limited track Contact, just to let you know I'm back What the fuck you think, I ain't help Shaolin on the map? The proof is in the batter, but it really doesn't matter When I kick rhymes all MC's scatter Shatter like glass when I'm in your ass Taking you out, man, that's a simple task Ask and you shall receive, man, pass the weed Chokemon, don't smoke with me Casualties of memories left torn Like who been on, who been warned List goes on, Choke Armstrong X-X-X-X, rated like porn So on, and so on, Just, you dead wrong Cuz you need to pay attention to the chorus on the song [Chorus] [King Just] Who been doing it, who been putting ya'll through it Half of ya'll don't know how to use it Fucking up the music, lose it, before you get chewed like juice sticks Come to your studio, and brought your acoustics I threw this, way before Dre's time at Ruthless Way before Old Man Jimmy was toothless Abuse it, every time I put it down They re-used it, everybody taking my sound What now? Niggas ain't got no where to go But you passed go, so ya'll niggas owe me dough I ain't lost my flow, cuz I'm on the low I ain't my glow, niggas know who seen show Casper like Astro, when I release like the blow Want my grass to grow where my fucking lawn got potholes Shocked those who didn't believe My cousin don't play cards, but still he had an ace up his sleeve [Cozmo D] Jam-On, two to break the dawn, check it Pass me the mic, step aside and observe While I wreck it, go upside your dome with that old school flavor The kind that gets the cars boom-bamming through your neighborhood Even get your grandmas feeling good What you ain't never heard? Then somebody should of told ya About Brooklyn's first hip hop soldier Jam-On set it off, and we supplied the closure Back in the days when I was young, well I wasn't We was rocking the parks, killing DJ's and MC's by the dozen And though we never got love from the media My name should be up in every hip hop enclyopedia Jammin' in the parks, that was me The very first hip hop band, that was me Jam On It, Wikki Wikki, Automan, Push The Button, that was me So don't front, cuz you know you bumped Cozmo D [Chorus] [Outro: King Just] To the break of, break of, dawn (4X)