Warrior's Drum (Westside Remix)

*edited words* [Intro] Can I get the phat intro? This is how you was gon start it off? Yeah, knowhatimsayin? This is the God, the Drunken Monk, King Just Comin thru for the Shaolin crew Black Fist, yo hit 'em wit a uppercut [Chorus] Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the job Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the job Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the job And Just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme [King Just] Heya heya, can I get some? The sounds of the Warrior's Drum On the warpath, don't make me laugh Cuz you never in your life, wanna ever see the God's wrath I'mma chief that smoke *weed* outta peace pipes Yo, bro, I'm half Indian, so you're right I'mma about to show you wit my mic sword Yo Shaolin sling, come on raise the sword Charge, they all crowd from the Black Fist I got fudge in my mouth, they say that'll let your own wrist M.C.'s fall and they can't get up I do the rap, why, yes that's a cut Huh, right back at you, *niggas* better run Or feel the force of the Hell Razah's gun Gupao, gupao, my style is wild chopped in the Shao' Zoo, aow, aow, I can flip it acapello I'll make you jelly like Jell-O, figaro, figaro Who would think that the Just would go opera You could ask Hammer, he know my *shit* is popper Stopper, stopper, like Cuddy Ranks I'm takin money to bank, and my moms I like I'd like to thank Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the job And Just came back wit that ol' funky rhyme Bring it [Chorus] [King Just] And there's a thousand M.C.'s, lined up against the wall Timber, they all gonna fall Hassan Chop, yo I can't stop Givin you that off the wall hip hop To ya ear, make ya wanna cheer Hallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now I'm in second gear Yo, I'm out of here, to get the mo' tical From the Meth-Tical, hit the budd' tical Know I'm headed to the hotel But I'll be pokin and strokin Yo the hair, got Tical, got a *nigga* open Hey daddy, who them those over there? Shaolin Soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya That I'm the *nigga*, that they call Stompy Who got the looks of a killa dead zombie I take 'em off, sure fast cannin ya tour They couldn't catch my style if I was a baseball Bases loaded, and I got my back gun Blaow, boom, bang, oh *shit* a home run *Crowd cheerin noise* Yo, the crowd goes crazy Bring it, if you want, cuz you really don't amaze me [Chorus] [King Just] Look who's back, it's the Hell Razah, raisin hell And I've been rockin rhymes, since *niggas* been rockin gazelles My slang can bang, so I guess I be the man You couldn't hang wit my style, if you invented the Ku Klux Klan I'm like AT&T, I'mma reach ya through ya speaker I got more sole than a sneaker Asylum, I'm crazy, I guess I'm wildin My stylin, is the record straight from the Shaolin By the kiss of the Black Fist *Shit is* sick, here to make ya wanna drown a fish Under water, I'ma slaughter, like a change machine wit no quarter Out of order, run for the border The hardcore rap act is back I stick out like a thumbtack, I wipe *niggas* off the map And I rhyme to get paid, cuz when I raid I wouldn't wanna hear ya style wit a hearing aid Straight up crook, meaner than Captain Hook Look out, look out, stomp like Bigfoot And I don't give a *fuck* about a girl My crew is more crazy than Bebe Kids in *fuckin* Fun World I'm causin *niggas* doom, I mean sonic boom I'm *fuckin* stupid, I write rhymes in the boiler room Like Krugger, funky dope maneuver The Drunken Monk is so funky, they call me manure Horse *shit*, I flip *shit*, oh my God, I rip *shit* I talk *shit*, no one can *shit*, like I *shit* *Shit* like this, get you upset Because the *shit* that I was singin, was pumpin Through ya projects How much times must I say *shit*? Well, if the *shit* ain't worth the *shit* Then I don't wanna be wit the *shit* And then you be like "Oh *shit*, he flipped it" Now ain't that some *shit* kid? [Chorus 2X]