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[Intro: Buddha Monk, (computerized deep voice), <sampled singer>]
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(all hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known)
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<Oooooohhhh) News flash: they just let my ass out the damn door
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Umm.. (yea)
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[Chorus: Sampled singer]
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (Yo, you, you and you)
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If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (That's right, everybody)
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you)
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If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it (Don't do
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it)
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yo, I'm tired of these niggaz in this industry
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Procrastinate to assassinate me, what you high off some trees?
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I figure ya said that cuz yo' bitch was on yo' back
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Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo' facts
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I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail
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Anythin other than that nigga, just condemned by Hell
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Is you slick just to do the shit like Buddhists?
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Heather B, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this
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My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus
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Oh, so there's a hundred-eight pressure points, I'm sorry ya didn't know
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this
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Ha, ya hopeless, also soon to be homeless
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Ya betta sit back and start taken fuckin dough to this
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My dosage, sick like white lotus, don't never quote this
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Realize this tritan is mad ferocious
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For the minute, I rolls out my Old Earth's home
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Thug life became known and sold drugs like Al Capone
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So, you'se a so-called thug nigga, here's a slug for ya wigga
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How ya figure? Ya test the style that was born to be wit' ya
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I was born to be bad, the Brooklyn Zu, Thief of Bagdad
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Lay yo' ass on the grass, and gimme all ya fuckin cash!
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cuz..
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[Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)]
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (Yo, you, you and you)
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If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (Don't make me do it!)
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (You know who I be, nigga, what?!)
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If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it!
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(Level seven)
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yo, to each and every men, call yo' ten best friends
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and watch this verbal murder just start to begin
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Ha, like winds, my style enters yo' anatomy
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Reconstruct yo' mind, niggaz, and shake to' bone cavity
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Are you mad at me? Take yo' ass to Buddha Monk's academy
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Get a crash-test course, nothin new for the G-O-D
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You so silent, so silent then don't do it
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For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid
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Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin mucus
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Hit you so hard, it feels like a shift in yo' uterus
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Have no clue to this? Oh, Buddha Monk's just movin in this mist
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Yo, it's pure verbal murder when I get into yo' shiiiit
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[Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)]
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (hahahaha)
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If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (Level ten)
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You gonna make me spark somebody up (I mean you and you and you)
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If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, dont wanna do it!
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[Buddha Monk]
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Watch these whirlwind kicks, we move forward this very day
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You pray that our kills it on yo' whole family
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This technique that we speak seeps inside the devil's teeth
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Now you're body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest
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Stop the lyin, all hail to the God that's now residin
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To teach the new souls the nightmares of lost foes
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I move worst than Babylon, son I'll tally up ya arm
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Throw this knowledge like windstorms, crown the sovreigns that bear arms
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We Manchuz, Masta Allah Rahmel now sees you
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and the Zig-Zag-Zag, seven fly picture this pyramid
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Can't erase this shit I gave you from the devil, the triple-six
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Manchuz not duck low while Brooklyn Zu make body blows
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Hide your feet on hot coals, North Star fourty-eight track impose
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Lyrics assassin strike low, Buddha Monk is above the law!
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Now it's war! Things ain't just peace no more
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You niggaz hit the floor floor, face the, face the floor, floor
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[Chorus: Sampled singer, (Buddha Monk)]
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Say, you gonna (you)
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you gonna... (you and you and you)
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You gonna, ya gonna.. (what you gonna do?)
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Ya gonna make me spark somebody up (Buddha Monk, you've done it again)
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If y |