Warrior’s Drum

Lyrics

[Intro] 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 [Chorus] Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh [Verse 1] 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, niggas 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 [Chorus] Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh [Verse 2] 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 nigga open Hey daddy, who them those over there? Shaolin Soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya That I'm the nigga, 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 [Chorus] Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh [Verse 3] Look who's back, it's the Hellraiser raising Hell And I've been rockin' rhymes, since niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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? [Chorus] Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh Heya heya heya, huh [Outro] Herb like this, mound up and roll it out