"Weak MC's, approach with slang that's dead

You might as run into the wall and bang ya head" - U-God sample 2X

[Chorus: King Just]

Zero tolerance, save the noise that you hollering

Suffocate your rap, cut your oxygen

Breathe off your last breath, until there's no air left

A gladiator fights to the death

[King Just]

When the crowd hang, you'll win your freedom

Might as well join us, cuz you surely can't beat 'em

Defeat 'em, never heard of that, in my vocabulary

Advisery, get buried quick in a hurry

Staten Island Ferry, boy, don't worry

The most beautifullest since Keith Murray

Hot like curry food, boo! Like Chucky

And I only push a Benz if the eyes is buggy

Of course bitches love me, son ain't ugly

Dick Dastardly and dick 'em down like Muttley

Monthly, I switch, like brand new kicks

KJ all day, rock new brand hits

Name brand whips, same old shit

Man funkier than muthafucking drinks when they goosh

I can push, and right into the office

Beating all us, King Just is back, give it up, what

[Chorus]

[King Just]

Who would of thought, the'd be a second coming

The first one was the running, the third really wasn't

The fourth had 'em buzzing, the fifth they was listening

The sixth had 'em swearing, pumping seven in the morning

Eight MC's up, now they calling

Nine, ten, eleven, albums done, and we still balling

The falling, Tower New York, we want revenge

Fuck you, Zoo Crew, we ain't got too many friends

Here's a message that I send, my tolerance is zero

Windup like a sandwich, nigga, one dead hero

We don't sell no euros, we got official flow

That sometimes make the beats sound slow

Yo, speed it all up, I've been banging in the cut

But what, you thought I'd lay back and kick my feet up?

You gotta kick the dust off my thoughts I put in work

I took time off, while other rappers got jerked

[Chorus]

[King Just]

Black brawl, they thought they had my back against the wall

They like dominos, push one, they all gon' fall

Engine gon' stall, Peter paid Paul

And Pac rock all by the fucking liquor store

Snipers on call, summer bash brawl

Nasty nigga, fuck in bathroom stalls

You ain't got the balls, to fuck with the arsenal

You out your fucking mind? Boy I think logical

Trees tropical, while yours is no frills

Take you down in the town, you can't hide in the hill

We the rappers with no deals, why is that

We make shit happen, on four black wheels

Trust me, will, tell the truth

You can't hide, cuz we symbolize the root

You get the boot, I mean eviction notice

You coming for all mines, you owe us, you owe us

[Chorus]

"Weak MC's, approach with slang that's dead

You might as run into the wall and bang ya head" - U-God sample 2X