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No Flow On The Rodeo

King Just
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Well, here I am, the funky man with the ill grammar Who slams, 'cause I be a bad mamma-jamma I told you couldn't fuck with me, na-na-na-na-na I turn Incredible Hulk back into David Banner I am-a slamming this shit just like a human hammer And rock shows from Timbuktu to Alabama Where's the manna? It's hard 'cause here comes the squad It was hard, but now we living large, oh my God, yo, it's on Moving in like Desert Storm, dropping bombs Ring the alarm, where's my bong? Light it up 'Cause I'ma smoke shit just like a chimney For niggas who don't remember me, yo, Moe B Make it easy, girls wanna skeeze me Believe me, it's the same shit at the Six, G Heart attackers, breaking niggas' backs 'Cause who's sticking niggas like tactics for practice? These fake rappers try to chill and make a bill Knowing they ain't real, knowing they ain't got skills I'm from the Hill, where niggas go toe-to-toe In other words, no flows on the rodeo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo Holy crap, the kangaroo They let the wildest nigga out the zoo It's the bird who filled the coupe on the first loop Who blew the roof, poof, straight into the mystics Super-statistic, I'm butter like a biscuit Or chicken, watch the sonic boom get boomer I flip hits and shits and freak for my consumers Oh, like Pumas, but niggas can't throw me out 'Cause the rhymes I kick, you get your dick hard like Guinness Stout Shout a little bit louder now Who's that nigga going, "Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh"? My style makes me super-hypgenetic Fuck athletics, I'm dope and poetic, forget it 'Cause niggas don't want none, can't get none Probably run before they see the outcome The drums is the constant beat in my ear The warrior is me because I have no fear I swear to my little seed, take heed 'Cause in this rap shit, I'ma succeed And smoke weed and get lifted, high as a kite You can't fuck with the rhymes I write So you bite your lights at night, I'm ready to fight It's on and it's war, I turn, I shoot, I score Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo I'm like a thread to a needle, make more hits than Beatles And stay sharp like a church steeple For my people, I gotta put 'em on somehow 'Cause the faces you meet up is the ones you meet going down Pow, I'm blowing up spots this year I don't care, said rolling up the owls and the snares Be prepared for all types of shit like this Hits after hits, it can only be Black Hiss Shit, what you thinking? The reason I'm the shit 'Cause I'm stinking, now niggas is dead like Abe Lincoln I'm thinking of a fucking master plan To be the man that made me the man that I am Goddamn, you niggas lames like NBA Jams Trying to battle me is trying to drown Aquaman It couldn't happen, I'm still on the stacking Still rapping, still keeping the crowd clapping I'm blasting off in the air like a shuttle Making other rappers' hearts roll in a huddle Leave a puddle of love for my niggas locked down, one love For you niggas who don't like me, blaow, catch a slug Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yippie-ki-yay, yippie-yay, yippie-yo Yo, no flows on the rodeo What? 1995