[Hook: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Get prepared for the Buddha Monk
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You wanna get high? Roll up the skunk
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Ladies and gentlemen..
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[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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Yo, turn this shit up, man
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Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man
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I want.. I want the mic.. I want the mic to shake
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The mic don't even sound good at all
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Man, what's up with that shit?
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Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme
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They don't wanna work through that shit
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KnawI'msayin? Niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..
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If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth
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If you can barely hear it then you need to go
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[Hook 2X]
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[Chorus 2X: 12 O'Clock]
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It's a Buddha Monk show
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Brooklyn Zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low
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[Babyface Finster]
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Nosy wails tales from a High Plainz Drifta
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Bounty Killer, most wanted villain
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Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke
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I toke, the Colt forty-five
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Desert Eagle, rips through cerebral tissue
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The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin
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Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit
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And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes
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Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window
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Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes
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I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose
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Niggaz is a joke, I take a toke of the la
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And all the botty boys go boom bye bye
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[Chorus]
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[Manley Musa]
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If he fucked up
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These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up
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By M three-eighty-oh, Musa on the low
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Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile
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With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go
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Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book
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Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put
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Pop shit like like liquid lips, spit like Mac's spit
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Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit
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The God can't slip, I hold the weight above my shoulders
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Fake toasters get bust back, you're still in the holster
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Don't play this shit backwards, it goes "MC's lack this"
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Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where I yap this
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Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du'
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Doggy, he's Wu, he's the brand new craze
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Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed
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And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days
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I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays
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Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades
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Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me?
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Diggin in the Crates to write this sawed off biography
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While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly
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Cuz you know the Gods be, I be new born to this, see?
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My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to
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Live off this and your shit too
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Gods teach Hebrew to a due to live proof through
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My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you
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Dig into my chronicle, so I can unbondage you
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They let you see what they want you to
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But things is right in front of you
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(Ladies and gentlemen...)
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yes, we leave your brain demented, these God-bodies invented
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A skill of Resident Evil with no follow-up sequels
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My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you
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Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people
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It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through
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Schemin for the C.R.E.A.M., rejoice in the Land of the Dreams
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Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthworms
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In holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil terms
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Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery
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What you ought to do genius is stop karma like Twelve Monkeys
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[Chorus 2X]
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[Shorty Shit Stain]
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I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe
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I'm about to get everybody high tonight
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You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95
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I can't be tried, it's mad live, people do or die
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And I be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope
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I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note
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Have you upped Billy up like coccaine? You thought you could reign?
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But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds
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You could send the lady's best friend
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And when it come to makin lyrics, I will represent
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Yo, climbin the charts like a cat
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I'm rollin with mad clips and gats |