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King Just Sex 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

the matter How my thoughts get phatter and phatter and phatter Ask Betty Crocker, yo it's in the batter And I'mma climb the charts and splatter [Chorus x5] [King Just

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 a

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

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