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(feat. Shaolin Soldiers) [Chorus x4] Shaolin What! Move on 'em, stomp! [King Just] Hama-hama ley! As I fly through the air Appear, rip and tear just like a spear Freakin it, wit that ol' crazy ol' flow (There I go, there I go, there I go) Yo, see what I mean, I'm fuckin sick Light the bomb, tick-tick-tick-tick, boom All I smell is terror, doom I be the nigga that escape from the patted room Goo-goo retarded, sickness, the shit Who put the "Hey ya" shit, on that first shit, yeah that shit Who spits words like you never heard, I'm absurd Ahh, gettin on ya nerves Crazy, who could amaze me Brain stay cessted, I stay lazy Drivin Miss Daisy, dukes Shaolin stomps like boots, and we get deep just like roots And culture, I leave the style for the vultures I told ya, you never in your life should of fucked wit the Soldiers Of Shaolin, a/k/a Staten Island I heard the fuckin kids be wildin Songtexte [Profes] Shaolin Zoo, who, Wu, Wu I deserve a medal for the clicks I be runnin through Chumps that front, catch lumps I'm runnin down clowns, my shit is comin down like a dump Black chumps, sunk into the shit that I flip I bump, pumps, resultin in my triumph Chumps who front get dissed I burn like syphilis, and you be that dick that try and piss Pa Baby, you already saw While I be on some new shit, that I ain't even ready for I'm sick, but what you want me to do I come through, and you couldn't win if it was three of you If you're concerned, I yearn to burn And if you're fakin, I straighten niggas out like perms Every rhyme you wrote before Because the Shaolin moves on more niggas than U-Haul These niggas ain't no calm So run for you gats, but until then the Shaolin stomps [Chorus x4] [Baby Pa] Do you know me? The Obiwan Kenobi Claustrophobic sick, bigger than Moby Dick, bastard bitch Yeah right, save it for the judge But it wasn't me, send us to the sumptuous slash ya M.C. Severe in the worst form, here comes the Swarm Sound the alarm, now Pa drops the bomb While you're in the hall, look out below Pa burnin, fuckin wit my sick ass flow Ping-ping like Ricochet Rabbit Or Quickdraw McGraw, cuz this is the last straw Alakazam, I be the magician master There she blows, and it Fall like Niagara M.C.'s be swearin they could flip the script But ya best pour like Malky and don't be ridicolous [Leatha Face] A soldier, straight from the battlegrounds of Hell Lyrically, I'm killin M.C.'s like brain cells Til we, are precede to commit bad deeds A roughneck from the projects, live like New Year's Eve Chicks on my dick, like my hand when I'm pissin In fact, I got more tricks than a magician To be, or not to be, a real M.C. Deal wit me, I stay black like B.E.T. Shaolin, oh my lord, niggas is tryin to front They want beef, so give them craps what they want Rhymes be down like members of the enterprise You can't defeat me, so when will you realize You guys get black eyes, when I smoke chocolate cha My styles massive fly, like plains in the sky The baddest brother in the Shaolin hemisphere It's a nice place to visit, but you wouldn't wanna live here [Star] Release, masterpiece constructed If nigga is pussy, I leave 'em cherry busted Dusted, who can fuck wit Or master absent minded bastard, burns crowds like acid Yeah, I'm blowin the spot wit a loaded glock Niggas get popped like a condom And tight twat, blaow, my Shaolin style causes death My brainstorms are more deformed than birth defects A sick individual, rips more material Ill type subliminal, calm the street criminal Disrespect, you'll get recked, kid, I'm serious Thou shall burn like an infected clitoris None can match me, technique's too nasty Pussy punk chumps bleed without a maxi Bring ya, who dare play me on the trigga I love guns so much, I bust nuts when I kill a nigga Out you end, the rugged top contender, surrender You're style, I Bone like Linda Yo, pass the gat, kid, so I could blast those And let off more shit than that split between ya asshole I maintain, to pull my frame, out the corn Shaolin What! Move on 'em stomp [Chorus x4] Aus Songtexte Mania