[Hook: King Just singing] Hey yo, you got mad flow, you gon' get dough Light that endo (Come on say it again!) Hey yo, you got mad flow (You know you got it!) You gon' get dough, light that endo (Come on say it again!) [King Just] You done lit dynamite on Mr. Excite You been rappin' for a long time and don't sound right Not quite as the hype that you recite Mr. All Day, I do it to ya ass all night On sight, I smash anything you write With canine teeth for niggas who back-bite Walk to the light and bring ya mic You won't last one minute in a ten round fight The Al Qaeda type that'll snipe ya windpipe And seize ya General and strip him of his stripes Either you men or mice you gon' still pay the price So take my advice and roll the dice Real life, still trife Walk with a gun, talk with a knife Double CD so you could buy me twice, hold tight! And you just might take flight MC's got left while you think they not right Hang-glide like a kite on the turnpike with two bad bitches that suck Dick Van Dyke Pay per view satellite is a need to feed my appetite Pick up ya weight cuz you ain't got the hype Battle me? You need an invite, black or white And I still drink a 40 with Ike I still smoke a Lee joint from Spike, aight? I'm the reason why Coca Cola gonna have to fuckin' remix the Sprite He's nice! And safe like Chinese rice If I'm the shit on the stick, you the baby wipes You the Latter Day Saints, I'm the Poltergeists I'm the whole damn pie, nigga, you just a slice This is a heist, I suggest you remove ya ice before you be Up Close and Personal with Christ Get on ya 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 1's, I call air strikes [Chorus: King Just] This is Hip-Hop, this is who I am You think I really give a damn? (Get 'em!) Cuz we here to stay, KJ, man, I'm on my way (Now everybody say..) This is Hip-Hop, this is who I am Do you think I really give a damn? [King Just] Listen here, pioneer, lemme make things clear Any cosmic rappers I'll blow out the atmosphere We are Borg and we came to assimilate Violate, annihilate, vindicate and get it straight And once and for all, I'll give it to y'all And shit on ya name like a bathroom stall Number 1 draft pick without the b-ball And the bigger they come, the harder they fall If I was in ya era I'd still be a terror The only nigga that could beat me is standin' in the mirror You'd hear me clearer without the interferer If I was in the woods fightin' a bear, help the bear He's what's up! And you? You not Ya old school like Rocky Johnson, I'm more like The Rock The people's eyebrow, the people's elbow If anyone fuck with the Just, hell no! [Hook x2 w/ ad-libs] [Outro: King Just] Told y'all, KJ, everyday, all day Around ya way, in ya hallway, puffin' John Jay You see me say?