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

[buddha
You must be crazy to sacrifice your life this manchu'
I you with the tactics, and I don't warn bastards
So think fast, watch this God cut like
your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man stands
It's that 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 this god, and all wish you will to i
Then infiltrate, I make moves an earthquake
Make bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
Then my oddessey 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 to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
I'm mastered, and I'll like a praying mantis
So visualize these words, over across enhance it
You're banished, the retro-scale shows a percent damage
Most niggaz parish fuckin with the brooklyn zu elements!

buddha monk]
*chanting up again*
Don't never fuck the brooklyn zu elements!
All my soldiers, forth!
no fear!
Pick up feet!
Now needs to be some teachin goin on!
Are you ? ? ?
*chanting

monk]
Alright, of nice, this next recite
Take life niggaz, and burn slowly your windpipe
Sharp as ever, brooklyn zu predator
Whatever, we can get in any weather
I'm a marksman, fat, round, blood kin
psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu men
There's a men rushin in on one way, how can you win?
Monk accompanied by and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin
I'm of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin
The first nigga his mouth 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, here's a tissue for your nose
Watch this zu God seize, like seeds, of johnny appleseed
You battle? first power, I see, hears you
Defy the laws of gravity, my brain injects in you!
Now!

*chanting starts and continues to fade*