King Just - No Flows On The Rodeo lyrics

[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 f** wit me, nanananana I turn incredible hulk back into david bammer I am a slammin this sh** 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 sh** just like a gemini For n***as who don't remember, yo mo bee Make it easy, girls wanna seize me Believe me, it's the same sh** at the 6 g Harvard tactics, breakin n***as backwards The zoo stickin n***as like cactus, for practice These fake rappers, try to chill and make a pill Knowin they ain't real, knowin they ain't got sk**s I'm from the hill, where n***as 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 n***a 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 sadistic, i'm bu*ter like a biscuit Oh sh** kid, watch the sonic boom get boomer I flip hits and sh**s, and free my kazoomas On like pumas, and n***as can't throw me out Cuz the rhymes i give'll get ya dick hard like pencil stout Shout, a little bit louder now Who's that n***a goin, aow, aow Style, makes me superhyginetic f** athletics, i'm dope and poetic Forget it, cuz n***as 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 sh**, i'mma succeed and smoke weed And get lifted, high as a kite You can't f** 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 sh** like this Hits after hits, it can only be black fist sh**, what you thinkin The reason, i'm the sh** is cuz i'm stinkin Ya n***as is dead like abe lincoln I'm thinkin, i'm a f**in master plan It be the man, that made me the man that i am God damn, the n***a 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 n***as lock down, one love For you n***as who don't like me, blaow, catch a slug [chorus 2x] [outro] What, '95 No one survive