[intro: buddha I figure I you niggaz this one, Drunk off the This is for all you cats This is how goin down I'm my shit *echo* (wha-wha-wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-wha-what? )
[chorus x4: monk] out the zu of valleys and rats Comes those cats, those crazy cats
[buddha ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance For all you non-belivers and pe-verts Blinkin with the monk get ya swallowin ya pride In chunks, my flow just blows ya mind up Get ya on on, but watch ya set Mines on ya lawn, up ya set >from the gate, I drop smart on the fake For the most, I roast and a nigga in any coast vigilante, known to be drunk off this hennessey Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze B-u-d-d-h-a m-o-n-k, on the brooklyn zu thing What's next? brawler, run for the border And shit gets worse, once I the firewater
x4]
[buddha It's the party master, rap slasher, cracker >from here, now and after, catch this zu rapture Thoughts from pions just to make you niggaz be gone Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now it on Your lame ass, I'll that ass, blast you quick-fast You make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax The body catches from the shit that I'll spit fast It's gon' be the number one seller, by my man bobby dash You won't be next to flex this, stretch armstrong just blessed The lurch said I'm feelin it, dee said I'm killin it The drug blood, i'ma smoke one bud And show my out there appreciation for givin me love
(wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? )
x4]
[outro: unknown Power, equality, allah sees To the whole atlas, this is the manchuz, god All God squad, manchuz and brooklyn zu, the zu I'd like to say peace to everybody in the Do the knowledge first so you forfeit That uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you convinced to be even born Born reality, yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy