["King Just" scratched up]
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  Hassan Chop! Yo, I can't stop
  Givin you that off the wall hip hop
  Hassan Chop! Yo, I can't stop
  This the type of shit that you pump on your block
  
  [King Just]
  Off top, I came to blow the whole spot
  Solid as a rock, my whole style is unorthodox
  Astronomically bait, to a state
  Where I create rappers rate, snatch ya bodies like the dirty mate
  Wait, til you hear the next album drop
  Cuz this shit right here is strictly for the block
  Put your hemp pump cock, licka shot if you wanna
  Especially if you drink beer and smoke marijuana
  I'm a goner, to this world of society
  That's why kids admire me
  It must be the sounds that I put in ya ear
  Crystal clear, have no fear, in any mic I tear
  In half or to pieces, my style is so ill
  That my middle name should become Jesus
  Oh please kid, this is off the wall terror
  A new era, man, I got the illest shit ever
  Whatever, if you wanna bring it, let it be brought
  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]
  Don't fuck around buck-o, I'm stickin like stucco
  Uh-oh, better get makeover, rhymes is Play-Do
  The cradle who rock the hand, I'mma slam
  Du-Ra-du-Ra, spinnin like Rodan
  No man can hold me down, I'm like Conan
  The Barbarian, muthafuckas, I'm crushin 'em
  They can't uphold the King Just touch of gold
  Now everything I drop becomes a heavy load
  I explode on the road, doin shows
  Givin pounds to my bro's, chasin after big ol' widows
  They know, that I got this rap shit lock
  From the Desert Oasis all the way to the Hilltops
  At the speed of a hat drop, I make you move ya bumblera
  And make Two-Six buck shots, boy, you fuckin blood clots
  And why not, must I make the music?
  As if not man, yo, I just might lose it
  Don't confuse it, we all in the same game
  You don't know me, you just know my name
  Was it the fame, that made me insane in the brain
  Drivin this track like a runaway train
  All aboard, Shaolin scored
  We goin on a world tour, raise ya hand if you're sure
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [King Just]
  Now who's true to hip hop?
  Cuz if not, I throw 'em in the headlock
  And smoke pot, like if I was raised in Woodstock
  The hand cot, got me mesmerized
  Cesstify, look at the red in my eyes
  Oh why, must you test the best of this rap profess
  And guess that I would settle for less
  Yo, I'm stressed, and it keeps buildin up
  What the fuck, roll up, hold up, throw up
  The stage, my face is on front page
  Now I'm a rage, they let the Zoo niggas out the cage
  Watch me raise, and burn shit up like the inferno
  Thoughts so deep you need to write them in your journal
  Ask the colonel, my shit is finger linkin
  I'm flippin, and ain't enough shit til I put the shit in 'em
  And strike like the 5 Deadly Venoms, and dead 'em
  Forget 'em, fuck 'em, turn around and uppercut 'em
  For frontin, talkin shit and really wasn't sayin nothin
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Outro]
  A new era, a new day and age
  Off the wall hip hop
  Raow, raow
  Once again, peace
  ["Ahh" scratched up]