[intro: buddha I figure I give you this one, Drunk off the This is for all you cats This is how it's goin I'm seein my shit (wha-wha-wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? 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 and riker's pe-verts with the monk will get ya swallowin ya pride In chunks, while my flow just ya mind up Get ya groove on on, but ya set on ya lawn, blowin up ya set >from the gate, I smart bombs on the fake For the most, I and toast a nigga in any coast This vigilante, known to be drunk off hennessey Fuck with me nigga, that's you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, back washed kins set the free Come 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 gets worse, once I drink the
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[buddha It's the party master, rap slasher, cracker >from here, now and after, this brooklyn zu rapture Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be 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 catches whip-lash from the shit I'll spit fast gon' be the number one seller, played by my man bobby dash You won't be next to flex this, stretch armstrong just this The lurch I'm feelin it, evil dee said 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, sees equality 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 in the world Do the first so you don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were to be even born Born thru reality, yacub's, no or trick-knowlogy