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King Just Mystics Of The God The Sex Money Cess And The Blas E Blah

disc for her Wit Profes, Leatha Face, Slasher and the Star Aw, back to the ancient roots Rollin gooks, and we roll the fuck out just like troops [Chorus x4] [King Just

a phony rappers offa pedestal [Chorus] [Interlude] Yeah, how we on that Shaolin Soldier shit King Just, the Mystics of the God Sex, Money, and Cess and the Blas'e Blah

And I'mma watch the Mob hold down the fuckin fort (Hold it down) And show 'em what my skills can do Real niggas represent from the muthafuckin Zoo [Chorus] [King Just

sat on the bench while other kids played ball It's not the fact that I lack athletic I'd rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic [Chorus x2] [King Just

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

this shit 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