Artist: King Just Album: Go N On Em' Song: Call Your Bluff Typed by: Cno Evil [King Just] Crank call all of ya'll, give me the jack When I disconnect the line, don't ever call back I'm like AT&T, I reach out and touch one Don't front, you get punched in your MCI, son From the Bell Atlantic, until I'm Verizon In the phonebook, for, rhyme socializing Speak when you're spoken to, cuz Nextel's When jiggy come, trust me, dog, he Sprint well The long drive, Nokia, unless a Voicestream like Maria I mean caller ID her Private line, bitch style, star 82 Z-Line, cuz I ain't try'nna talk to you Call waiting if you, skins or butt And if you wanna speak to Tone, the God'll hang up Accept collect calls if you in the penile I be screaming in your ear like 'can you hear me now?' [Chorus: King Just] Mr. telephone man, there's something wrong with my line Don't make me grab my nine KJ, all day, I stay in my prime Shine, player shine, shine, shine [King Just] Flash back, take back, all the way to 8-track Rock and roll disco, heavy metal raps Stay strapped cuz you get clapped with the applause There's sharks in the water, I'm the 3D Jaws KJ, hear me roar, son shine evangelist I heard it all before Look whose hurting now off my freestyle I'mma big dog, not a little 'bow wow' Poodle, you ain't got nothing on Who You Smack down your rap judo with rap voodoo Doo-doo, that mean I'm the shit Think you wanna leave the one you with and start a new relationship He Usher, I'm Asher Related to blackwood, and Dutch Master Pass the, light, and give me the 'dro I guess these niggas don't know, yo [Chorus] [King Just] Mr. Choke stay smoking, always keep the crowd open Want a toking, here's a token, show off, ferryboating Be potent, stay open, ain't, too many going With the diggy-diggy-doping, Loose Link, nigga loc'ing Super nigga, super soak 'em, why you think I am the chosen? KJ for president, that's the hood star voting Think bitches start an open pose, like ya ass is voting I pack the winner belt, like a fucking Hulk Hogan The dub still going with pockets that's floating Cuz I clean out more shit than Colin Powell Pop Moltrin, ever vowel, A-E-I-O-U Two, yo, throw in the towel I'll devour, I'm a rainstorm You a sunshower, man, ain't No Power On Earth, that can stop my rebirth A backwards, nigga, born feet first Niggas need work, before the heat jerks I had you fucking ducking down, eating dirt Cook out, before I get beamed the hell up Got 'em by a landslide, fry, still try'nna catch up [Chorus]