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[intro: buddha
I want the entire clan
I want that to sound like it was stompin, for real
At ease,
There's only one will ? to have the powers of truth
I want my soldiers to be soldiers (sir, yes, sir!)
I you to march forward and bring forth the truth
*chanting of "zu"
I you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second
My are you ready? (sir, yes, sir!)
monk? (yes, sir)
I want you to show and the powers that the ? ? ?
Are you ? ? ? (yes, sir)
*army marching chant begins*
up the pace!
*army chanting up*
Take your foot up!
stops*

[buddha
You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against manchu'
I bomb you the tactics, and I don't warn bastards
So think fast, watch this God cut glass
your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
That's yo' ass, my make me the last man that stands
It's brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands
I'm equipped some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse
Now bow down to god, and all wish you will give to i
infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake
Make them bitches get and pass it to you on a slate
Then my oddessey sees gods, I thought I see you flinch
mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!
Assassin with quick slashin, verbal
There's no to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
I'm mastered, and I'll like a praying mantis
So visualize these words, over seas enhance it
You're banished, the shows a hundred percent damage
Most niggaz parish from fuckin the brooklyn zu elements!

[interlude: monk]
*chanting starts up
never fuck with the brooklyn zu elements!
All my soldiers, forth!
no fear!
Pick up feet!
Now there needs to be some teachin on!
Are you ? ? ?
stops*

[buddha
Alright, of nice, this next recite
Take life niggaz, and burn down your windpipe
Sharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu
Whatever, we can get in any weather
I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal kin
Dirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the zu men
There's a men rushin in on one way, how can you win?
Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos who'll babble off shin
I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start
The nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin
Yo, I mean this, I'm like a q-tip out yo' penis
And most of you niggaz will around me like you're fuckin venus
At ease, here's a tissue for your nose
Watch this zu God seize, like seeds, of johnny appleseed
You wanna battle? first power, I see, you
Defy the of gravity, then my brain injects in you!
Now!

starts again and continues to fade*