But this song is great. One of the underground one-hit wonders of my generation. If you were into rap in 1994-95, you remember this song. The great thing about it is that King Just somehow managed to get himself seemingly affiliated with the Wu-Tang Clan (who were about as hot as it got back then), even though he had no connection whatsoever. This is clearly a result of him throwing around the "Shaolin" moniker to refer to his being from Staten Island. The Wu were the only people really calling Staten "Shaolin" but they didn't have a copyright on it, so why wouldn't someone from that neighborhood capitalize? I'll bet the mere mention of "Shaolin" accounted for half his record sales.
Still, great song. The video? Eh....Though there are more hockey jerseys than I ever expected from a video by a rap guy that wasn't Maestro Fresh Wes.
And there's a thousand MCs lined up against the wall
Timber! They all gonna fall
Hassan chop, yo i can't stop
Givin you that off the wall hip hop
To ya ear, make ya wanna cheer
Hallelujah, ch-ch grrrr, now i'm in second gear
Yo, i'm out of here, to get the mo' tical
From the meth-tical, hit the budd' tical
Know i'm headed to the hotel
But i'll be pokin and strokin
Yo the hair, got tical, got a n***a open
Hey daddy, who them those over there?
Shaolin soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya
That i'm the n***a, that they call stompy
Who got the looks of a killa dead zombie
I take 'em off, sure fast cannin ya tour
They couldn't catch my style if i was a baseball
Bases loaded, and i got my back gun
Blaow, boom, bang, oh s**t a home run
AHHHHHHHHH... yo, the crowd goes crazy
Bring it, if you want, cuz you really don't amaze me
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