[Intro: King Just]
All hail... we have returned once again...
We play no games... we take no prisoners...

His royal high... King Just... No Power on Earth...
Entertainment brought by snap, watch your neck, for it gets cracked
It's for real here...


[Chorus: King Just]
Hey-hey-hey... (hee!) heyyyyyyyyyy-hey (ho!)

Hey-hey-hey... (hee!) heyyyyyyyyyy-hey (ho!)

[Hook: King Just]

Now everybody check what's going down
Same Shaolin M.C. from the underground
^!$$%s say they hate on me, I never lost my crown

I was the youngest M.C. ever putting it down
Now, you act like you wanna be this M.C.
No one can be J-U-S-T

All the kids love D-U-M-P
Cuz I kick %#@! that make you move your feet
Together we stand, and divided we fall

Killa Hill Projects, baby, off the wall
Said together we stand, and divided we fall
Killa Hill Projects, baby, off the wall


[King Just]
Huh, right back at cha, ^!$$%s better run

2000 Warrior's still banging on the Drum
Shaolin ShoGun, me fear no one
Like the dear ghost on ya back, I stay open

No win, everything I drop be official
It's been a long time since I left, guess who
Back to, give you what you need, six bricks of weed

And I shall succede and continue, to rock the mic right
As long as you can bump K.J. all night
Don that hold tight, shine light, how bright?

Bright enough to make terrors catch more fight
Bout to take flight as soon as they air the joint
Warrior's 2000, I think I made my point...

We back to give ya'll the business, the business

[Chorus 2X]


[King Just]
Look out, look out! Guess who's back with the bomb?

Who? Mr. Choke Armstrong
You, can't even touch this lead
What is it? It's a Shaolin thing

How, maybe cuz my style gets wild
Boom, straight to the mutha$#&@ing moon
Where, anywhere, I don't care

Who You? That means we mutha$#&@ing in there
Yeah, that's how %#@! is going down
Why, cuz I get down for my crown

What? That mean the ruckus is on
Word? When I say 'word'; word's bond
Damn, another funky jam from the man

When I step on the scene, it's like peh-dah-peh-dah
Pow, he'll me back from Staten Island
It's been a while and you can't get a circuit dial

Owww, that was old, hehehehe, that was new
If you hate me, I hate you
Zu hold us for ya, in your bomb, play me close by the bar

And there it is, baby pa

[Chorus to fade]