Warrior's Drum (Mixed)

Can I get the phat intro?

This is how you was gon start it off?

Yeah, knowhatimsayin?

This is the God, the Drunken Monk, King Just

Coming through for the Shaolin crew

Black Fist, yo hit 'em with a uppercut

Heya heya heya, huh

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Heya heya, can I get some?

The sounds of the Warrior's Drum

On the warpath, don't make me laugh

'Cause you never in your life wanna ever see the God's wrath

I'ma chief that smoke weed out of peace pipes

Yo, bro, I'm half Indian, so you're right

I'ma about to show you wit my mic sword

Yo Shaolin sling, come on raise the sword

Charge, they all crowd from the Black Fist

I got fronts in my mouth, that say battle at your own risk

Emcees fall and they can't get up

I do the rap, why, yes that's a cut

Huh, right back at you, **** better run

Or feel the force of the Hellraiser's gun

Gupao, gupao, my style is wild chopped in the Shao'

Zoo, aow, aow, I can flip it acapello

I'll make you jelly like Jell-O, figaro, figaro

Who would think that the Just would go opera

You could ask Hammer, he know my shit is popper

Stopper, Stopper, like Cuddy Ranks

I'm taking money to bank and my moms I like I'd like to thank

Shaolin, Black Fist, they do the time

And Just came back with that old funky rhyme

Bring it

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

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And there's a thousand emcees lined up against the wall

Timber! They're all gonna fall

Hassan Chop, yo I can't stop

Giving you that off the wall hip-hop

To your ear, make you wanna cheer

Hallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now I'm in second gear

Yo, I'm out of here, to get the mo' tical

From the Meth-Tical, hit the buddh-tical

Know I'm headed to the hotel but I'll be poking and stroking

Yo the hair, got Tical, got a **** open

Hey daddy, who them those over there?

Shaolin Soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya

That I'm the ****, that they call Stompy

Who got the looks of a killer dead zombie

I take 'em off, sure fast canning your tour

They couldn't catch my style if I was a baseball

Bases loaded and I got my back gun

Blaow! Boom! Bang! Oh shit a home run

*Crowd cheering noise* Yo, the crowd goes crazy

Bring it if you want 'cause you really don't amaze me

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

Look who's back, it's the Hellraiser raising Hell

And I've been rockin' rhymes, since **** been rockin' gazelles

My slang can bang, so I guess I be the man

You couldn't hang with my style, if you invented the Ku Klux Klan

I'm like AT&T, I'ma reach ya through ya speaker

I got more sole than a sneaker

Asylum, I'm crazy, I guess I'm wildin'

My stylin' is the record straight from the Shaolin

By the kiss of the Black Fist

Shit is sick, here to make you wanna drown a fish

Under water, I'ma slaughter, like a change machine with no quarter

Out of order, run for the border

The hardcore rap act is back

I stick out like a thumbtack, I wipe **** off the map

And I rhyme to get paid, 'cause when I raid

I wouldn't wanna hear your style with an hearing aid

Straight up crook, meaner than Captain Hook

Look out, look out, stomp like Bigfoot

And I don't give a fuck about a girl

My crew is more crazy than Bebe Kids in fuckin Fun World

I'm causing **** doom, I mean sonic boom

I'm fuckin stupid, I write rhymes in the boiler room

Like Krueger, funky dope maneuver

The Drunken Monk is so funky they call me manure

Horse shit, I flip shit, oh my God, I rip shit

I talk shit, no one can shit, like I shit

Shit like this, get you upset

Because the shit that I was signing, was pumping through your projects

How much types must I say shit?

Well, if the shit ain't worth the shit

Then I don't wanna be with the shit

And then you be like, "Oh shit, he flipped it"

Now ain't that some shit, kid?

Heya heya heya, huh

Heya heya heya, huh

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Herb like this, mound up and roll it out