[intro: monk] I I give you niggaz this one, off the liquor This is for all you crazy This is how it's down I'm seein my *echo* (wha-wha-wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? what? )
[chorus x4: buddha Straight out the zu of and rats Comes those crazy cats, those crazy
[buddha This ain't a normal presentation, an performance For all you non-belivers and riker's Blinkin with the monk get ya swallowin ya pride In chunks, while my flow just ya mind up Get ya on on, but watch ya set on ya lawn, blowin up ya set >from the gate, I drop bombs on the fake For the most, I roast and toast a nigga in any vigilante, known to be drunk off this hennessey Fuck with me nigga, like you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, washed kins set the mind free 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 brooklyn brawler, run for the border And shit worse, once I drink the firewater
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[buddha the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker >from here, now and after, this brooklyn zu rapture Thoughts travel from just to make you niggaz be gone Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now it on lame ass, I'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast You make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax The body whip-lash from the shit that I'll spit fast gon' be the number one seller, played by my man bobby dash You be next to flex this, stretch armstrong just blessed this The lurch said I'm feelin it, evil dee said I'm it The drug blood, i'ma this one bud And show my people out there for givin me love
(wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? ) (wha-wha-wha-what? )
x4]
[outro: voice] 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 to everybody in the world Do the knowledge first so you don't That devil's uncivilization, it's trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, yacub's, no or trick-knowlogy