No Flows On The Rodeo

King Just
Well here I am, the funky man wit the ill manner
Don't spasm, cuz I be y'all bad mamma jamma
I told ya couldn't fk wit me, nanananana
I turn Incredible Hulk back into David Bammer
I am a slammin this s**t just like a human hammer
And rock suits from Timbuktu to Alabama
Is the matter, and chocolate here comes the sword
Hit us hard, but now we livin large, oh my God
Yo it's on, movin in like Desert Storm
Droppin bombs, ring the alarm, where's my bong?
Light it up, cuz I'mma smoke s**t just like a Gemini
For who don't remember, yo Mo Bee
Make it easy, girls wanna seize me
Believe me, it's the same s**t at the 6 G
Harvard tactics, breakin backwards
The Zoo stickin like cactus, for practice
These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill
Knowin they ain't real, knowin they ain't got skills
I'm from the Hill, where go to toe to toe
In other words, no flows on the rodeo

Chorus 2X
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yippeekiyay, yippee yay, yippee yo
Yo, no flows on the rodeo

King Just
Holy cow, the kangaroo, they let the wildest nigg* out the Zoo
It's the bird who flew the coup on the first scoop
Who blew the roof? Poof, straight into the Mystics
Super sad*stic, I'm butter like a biscuit
Oh s**t kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer
I flip hits and , and free my kazoomas
On like Pumas, and can't throw me out
Cuz the rhymes I give'll get ya d*ck hard like pencil stout
Shout, a little bit louder now
Who's that nigg* goin, aow, aow
Style, makes me superhyginetic
fk athletics, I'm dope and poetic
Forget it, cuz don't want none
Can't get none, probably done before they see the outcome
The Drum, is the constant beat in my ear
The Warrior, is me, because I have no fear
I sware, to my little seed, take heed
Cuz in this rap s**t, I'mma succeed and smoke weed
And get lifted, high as a kite
You can't fk wit the rhymes I write
So you write, tonight's the night
I'm ready to fight, it's on and it's war
I turn, I shoot, I score

Chorus 2X

King Just
I'm like a threat to a needle, make more hits than Beatles
And stay sharp like a church steeple
For my people, I gotta put 'em on somehow
Is the faces you meet up, is the ones you meet goin down?
Bow, I'm blowin up spots this year
I don't care, so rollin up the owls in the stairs
Be prepared, for all types of s**t like this
Hits after hits, it can only be Black Fist
s**t, what you thinkin
The reason, I'm the s**t is cuz I'm stinkin
Ya is dead like Abe Lincoln
I'm thinkin, I'm a fkin master plan
It be the man, that made me the man that I am
God d*mn, the nigg* slams like NBA Jam
Tryin to battle me, is tryin to drown Aquaman
It couldn't happen, I'm still on the Staten
Still rappin, still keepin the crowd clappin
I'm blastin, all up in the like a shuttle
Makin other rap squads go in a huddle, leave a puddle
Of blood for my lock down, one love
For you who don't like me, blaow, catch a slug

Chorus 2X

Outro
What, '95
No one survive