K.J. Rhyme

[Intro: King Just] Yo! This is K.J., all day, every day Around your way, in your hallway Puffin' ganje, Hillside Scrambled eggs.. Let's go... let's go... let's go.. K.J. rhyme, all day, every day, let's go.. [King Just] Prepare for a Battlestar Gallectica, this is Attica America, home of the Chainsaw Massacre Dracula, sink my teeth into this beat And sleep on corners where you drug dealers meet Stay out of reach, but I keep arm distance We can't hold him down, cuz I'm just too persistant Listen, nitroglycerin, finish him Kryptonite for all you fuckin' Supermen It's him again, and I'm feelin' fine Watch where you walk, you might step on landmines Tech nine crime, quote him line for line Intertwine with a mind like Albert Einstein Optimus prime, throw heat like the sun I got fees in this rap, why you think I'm on the run? And when it's all said and done, I'm handlin' my biz All the kids around the world is gonna is, is [Chorus 4X: King Just w/ children] Nobody rhymes like K.J. rhymes Nobody, K.J. rhyme [King Just] Now which one of ya'll could do it like I? I guess you the reason they put "pumpk" in the pie Quicker sea fry, hang glide slide K.J. go way-way like pantry pie Zebra Lounge crowd, yo, that's Lounge If I ain't put it down by the ramp with 18 pound Cherry jubilee, hang off roofs like D.P Ever since Champ God robbed the fuckin' Mickey D's Ya'll was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpot Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked Look up your history, I'm still off the hook It's Mark Twain, I'm rollin' like Oliver Twist Back now, to smackdown shit that you missed Kiss where the sun don't shine, bottom line Ya'll niggas better hope I don't get a deal and sign [Chorus 4X] [King Just] You the Mick Dynamite or Mr. Excite You've been rappin' for a long time but don't sound right Not quite as the hype that you recite Mr. All-Day, I'll do it to your ass night On sight, I smash anything you write With K-9 teeth for niggas who bagpipe Walk to the light and bring your mic You won't last one minute in a ten round fight The Al-Qada type that'll snipe your windpipe Siege your general, and strip him of his stripes Either you men or mice, you gon' still pay the price You either take my advice, or roll the dice Real life, still trife, walk with a gun Talk with a knife, double c.d., so you can buy me twice On tight, and you just might take flight M.C.'s got left, why you think they not right Hang glide like a kite, on the turnpike With two bitches, that's some Dick Van Dyke Pay-per-view satellite, there's a need to feed my appetite Pick up your weight, cuz you ain't got the hype Battle me, your need an invite, black or white And I'll still drink a forty with ice I still smoke a leaf joint from Spike, ight? I'm the reason why Coca-Cola had to fuckin' remix the Sprite He's nice, and taste like Chinese rice And from shit on the stick, he the pastry whites You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeist I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice This is a heist, I suggest you remove your ice Before you be up in close and person over Christ Get on your Big Wheel bike and take a hike Cuz around these parts, you not liked Parasite, don't have me flex my mic I don't rock Air Force One's, I call it Air Strikes (*echoes*) [Chorus 4X] [Outro: children] Way! No way! No way! No way! No way!