[intro: buddha I figure I give you niggaz one, Drunk off the This is for all you cats This is how goin down I'm seein my shit (wha-wha-wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-wha-what? )
x4: buddha monk] Straight out the zu of valleys and those crazy cats, those crazy cats
[buddha This ain't a presentation, an all-star performance For all you and riker's pe-verts Blinkin with the monk get ya swallowin ya pride In chunks, while my flow just ya mind up Get ya groove on on, but ya set Mines on ya lawn, up ya set >from the gate, I drop smart bombs on the For the most, I roast and toast a in any coast This vigilante, known to be off this hennessey Fuck with me nigga, that's you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind Come follow me on this journey as the reach the air breeze m-o-n-k, representer on the brooklyn zu thing What's next? brooklyn brawler, run for the And shit gets worse, once I drink the
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[buddha It's the master, rap slasher, bone cracker here, now and after, catch this brooklyn zu rapture Thoughts travel from pions just to make you be gone Only drop bombs, pose calm, now bring it on lame ass, I'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast You niggaz make me laugh, every time I you on the wax The body catches whip-lash from the shit that spit fast It's be the number one seller, played by my man bobby dash You won't be next to flex this, stretch armstrong blessed this The lurch said I'm feelin it, evil dee I'm killin it The drug blood, smoke this one bud And show my people out there appreciation for me love
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[outro: voice] Power, equality, allah sees To the atlas, this is from the manchuz, god All God squad, manchuz and brooklyn zu, the zu I'd to say peace to everybody in the world Do the knowledge first so you don't That devil's uncivilization, that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be born Born reality, yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy