[Intro: King Just]
  Falalalala
  Yo, this is how we do this shit
  
  [Chorus 2X: All]
  Niggas better move, niggas better get back
  Niggas better move, don't fake no jacks (Leave Now!)
  
  [King Just]
  I come like a river, I'll make ya shake ya zipper
  The liver, here comes the nigga that'll dick ya
  Raw, hardcore, sounds that pound
  Stop, look, what's that sound?
  Come on now, you've got to swing with the King
  Cuz the things I bring'll cause more ruckus than Rodney King
  Riots, gimme ya head and I'mma fry it
  Try it, I just might be the nicest you ever saw or seen
  Cats are jammin like Mitch Green, more albums than Al Green
  A fiend for rap, puttin this shit on back
  For my niggas who put me on the map (Like that, like that)
  Back, flash his ring around the axis
  Feel my mark upon ya chest when it slashes
  Slow like molasses, Black Fist is massive
  And I rock rhymes from here to Shaolin to Dallas
  
  [Mega Don]
  Boom, the bomb, the Mega Don drops
  What the Blood Clots? Two-Six fuckin shots
  Stand clear for the warfare
  Or surrender, throw the white flags in the air
  Yea, the Mega Don's repossessin shit
  And I'll represent, kid these misfits are militant
  Since, life's a bitch, I'mma use her
  One life to lose her, the Mega Don's a death abuser
  Like a butt, niggas better spit at you
  I'm sick, with what I'm dealin with, Shaolin be rippin shit
  On the wreck, Mega Don, Knotty Dread Brothers
  We actin live, but this way, all that's dead
  So act like you know, black
  It's the Mega Don, check the stat
  Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
  
  [Chorus 2X]
  
  [Profes]
  Check it out, it's the mutt who rules like King Tut'
  You rappers suck, it's another Black Fist uppercut
  All I wish for is blunts and stunts
  You get played like a dunce, I get props makin mutts
  Misfits, a bunch of hoods with Knapps, hairs twisted
  Steppin to my crew, you wouldn't wanna risk it
  Just listen, I'mma school that ass like the Board of Ed
  A skin head, with chicken-heads jumpin on my dick head
  Nuff said, eyes is mad red, mouth full of smoke
  Blow it out thru my nose, then take another tote
  I hope, that I could live large like Boss Hogg
  The cat's out the bag, fuck it, let loose the dogs
  I'm walkin niggas like a pit, it's the Profes
  Be on my face, hard like an erect dick
  
  [Star]
  I damage an amateur, clean up styles like janitors
  Van Clans are canned, they can't understand my slammin stamina
  I master trash in blastin, ass-rappin
  This gat-clappin black, attacks the wack actin
  Approachers, choke from the smoke of snub noses
  And die, high off highly potent doses of dopeness
  I posted, roast up these jokers, it's over
  Quit, I'm rippin off your shit like strip poker
  Each one, teach one son, but you was taught wrong
  I swarm, rip four pawns, you're torn, sick thoughts form
  But if I ever want z's chief, I just repeat
  No wack styles, count sheep, and go to sleep
  Black Fist, the Shaolin Click, declares war
  So move, move muthafucka, what you waitin for?
  
  [Chorus 4X]
  
  [Outro]
  Fuck that, blood clot!
  (Easy, easy, selecta, Black Fist is ours, celestial
  Any man want some must get after dem)
  Big shout out, all right
  Big shout out to all my man lock down
  Shitty Brown (My man Will)
  Ah.. Two-Six Mob, my liners
  Ah.. MZA (L.K.) Ah.. GP Wu
  Ah.. Barry', ah.. Meth-Tical
  Boogie, ah.. K.C., yes.. uh..
  Meth-Tical! Haha
  (Chris) Two-Two's
  All right, all right, Little MZA
  Uh.. Shaggy, Shaggy, Shaggy.. *fades*