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

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

[interlude: buddha
starts up again*
Don't fuck with the brooklyn zu elements!
All my soldiers, forth!
no fear!
Pick up feet!
Now needs to be some teachin goin on!
Are you ? ? ?
*chanting

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

*chanting again and continues to fade*