round ´em up þarký sözü

[intro]
yo man, yo, i don´t know man
yo this rock thing got me buggin yo
word, i be buggin out and shit
yo, yo

[king just]
baby are you ready? on the zone high
oh why, must these bastards try
to test, my buddha cess, mine i remind
the fist knew the time, and i came wit the rhyme
fly, on top of the world
i came to kick this shit for the boys and the girls
twirl, into the wind of shaolin
begin where you want, and end where you in
come on, send, a message to you crew and your troops
that my soldiers stomp like timberland boots
fruit, roll up, yo hold up, lucky
make your the ´cal is tight, packed in tuckly
i might be, comin at a project near you
wit the zoo and the two, and the whole shaboo
shebang, it´s the god doin his thing
and it ain´t no thang, but a chicken wing
the king, sits on the throne wit a bone
and i´m known, from makin a fuck wit microphone
in the zone on my own, always singin alone
and i´d be damn, if i take a fuckin ugly bitch home
roam through the ancient tomb of doom
a metamorphosis, that becomes a cocoon

[chorus]
round ´em up, move ´em up, lay ´em down (flat)
shootin m.c.´s wit my lyrical (gat)
never had to front cuz the mob got my (back)
like that (like that) like that, like that

[king just]
yo, i´m back, to set shit straight
aiyo, waitin from the king
you never make it past the castle gates
norman bates is my fate, but i gotta escape
i fuckin hate the plate, but i know i gotta date
escape to the next cut, and blow up, grow up
ah, rhymes that´ll fuckin rot
to your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear
i see fear, whenever the god presence is near
clear, the way, cuz i slay
everyday in may, and niggas don´t come around my way
you better head for the door
cuz i get raw, plus i´m shaolin stompin through ya floor
i want more, pounds and sounds, i´m gettin down
lick ´em down, i represent place, home and sound
peep my style, i´m back wit the high pro-lo
another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow
aiyo, can i get a fat one? i´m back son
dead men tell no tales, will be the outcome
the wild hon´, hit ya so hard
to make a buck reign rock it to meth
and blow the fuck up

[chorus]

[king just]
it´s the return of the bad h-h-holes
no one knows where i get my strange flow
you´re slow, it´s the mystics of the god
the sex, money, the cess, and the blas´e blah
no sellout, no doubt, cuz i´mma represent
cuz wayne´s world, i´m excellent
bah humbug, he´ll catch a slug from the slug (blaow!)
black fist make the way while the shaolin show love
oh lord, that means it´s my turn to rock
hemp pump cock, as i´m smokin up the block
nonstop, i got skills to go on and on
from dust to dawn, from night to morn´
word is bond, you´re corn, will get eaten
just like a terrier, i ain´t scared of ya
yo what´s on in the area

[chorus 2x]

[outro]
harvard tactics from the black fist