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King Crimson Lyrics for Song: Hassan Chop
 Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - King Crimson
 
 
 
 10848>["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]
 
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