Round 'em Up Songtext
von King Just

Yo man, I don′t know man
This rap thing got me buggin' man
Word, I be buggin′ out and shit
Yo, yo, baby are you ready?


I'm so high, oh, why must these bastards try
To test my buddha, cess mine, I rewind
The fist knew the time and I came with the rhyme
I'm on top of the world
I came to kick the shit for the boys and the girls
Twirl into the wind of Shaolin
Begin where you want, end, end where you end
Come on, send a message to your crew and your troops
That my soldiers stomp like Timberland boots
Fruit roll up, yo, hold up, lucky
Make sure the Gal is tight packed and tuckedly
I might be comin′ down upon you near you
With the zoo and the two, and the whole shaboom
Shebang, I guess the God is doin′ his thang
And it ain't no thang with a chicken wang
The king sits on the throne with a bone
And I′m known for breakin' a fuck with microphone
In a zone of my own, always hangin′ alone
And I'll be damned if I take a fuckin′ ugly bitch home
Roam through the ancient tomb of doom
A metamorphosis that becomes a cocoon

Round 'em up, move 'em out, lay ′em down flat
Shootin′ MC's with my lyrical gat
Never have to front ′cause the Mobb got my back
Like that (Like that), like that, like that


Yo, I'm back to set shit straight
Hey, yo, wait, if I′m the king
You'll never make it past the castle gates
Norman Bates is my fate, but I gotta escape
I fuckin′ hate to break, but I know I got a date
'Scape to the next cut and blow up
Throw up, ah, rhymes that are fuckin' rough
To your ear, my style is sharp just like a spear
I see fear whenever the God presence is near
Clear the way ′cause I slay every day in May
And niggas don′t come around my way
You better head for the door 'cause I get raw
Plus I′m Shaolin stompin' through your floor
I want more pounds of sounds, I′m gettin' down, dick ′em down
I represent place, home, and town
Peep my style, I'm back with a high pro blow
Another flow, another sound boy over the rainbow
Ayo, can I get a fat one? I'm back, son
Dead men tell no tales will be the outcome
The one hun′ hits it so hard to make a buck
Brain lock it to Method and blow the fuck up

Round ′em up, move 'em out, lay ′em down flat
Shootin' MC′s with my lyrical gat
Never have to front 'cause the Mobb got my back
Like that (Like that), like that, like that

It′s the return of the man he-ho
No one knows where I gets my strange flow
You're slow, it's the mystics of the God
The sex, money, the cess, and the blahzay blah
No sellout, no doubt, ′cause I′ma represent
'Cause like Wayne′s World, I'm excellent
All humbug, you′ll catch a slug from the slug
Black Fist made the way while the Shaolin show love
Oh, Lord, that means it's my turn to rock
Hemp hung cock as I′m smokin' up the block
Nonstop, I got skills to go on and on
From dusk to dawn, from night to morn, word is bond
You're corn, you′ll get eaten just like a terrier
I ain′t scared of ya, yo, it's on in the area

Round ′em up, move 'em out, lay ′em down flat
Shootin' MC′s with my lyrical gat
Never have to front 'cause the Mobb got my back
Like that (Like that), like that, like that
Round 'em up, move ′em out, lay ′em down flat
Shootin' MC′s with my lyrical gat
Never have to front 'cause the Mobb got my back
Like that (Like that), like that, like that

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