Buddha Monk - Art Of War Lyrics
[intro: buddha monk]I want the whole entire clanI want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for realAt ease, 10-4Theres only one that will ? to have the powers of truthI want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (sir, yes, sir!)I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth*chanting of zu begins*I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a secondMy troops are you ready? (sir, yes, sir!)Buddha monk? (yes, sir)I want you to show and prove the powers that the ? ? ?Are you ready ? ? ? (yes, sir)*army soldier marching chant begins*Pick up the pace!*army chanting speeds up*Take your left foot up!*chanting stops*[buddha monk]You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this manchuI bomb you with the tactics, and I dont warn bastardsSo think fast, watch this God cut like glassBring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dashThats yo ass, my kills make me the last man that standsIts that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your *****in handsIm equipped with some shit thats dark, kill light like an eclipseNow bow down to this god, and all wish you will give to iThen infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquakeMake them *****es get down and pass it to you on a slateThen my oddessey sees many gods, I thought I see you flinchDont mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashinTheres no need to be askin, who be burnin you *****in bastardsIm mastered, and Ill attack like a praying mantisSo visualize these words, over across seas enhance itYoure banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damageMost niggaz parish from *****in with the brooklyn zu elements![interlude: buddha monk]*chanting starts up again*Dont never ***** with the brooklyn zu elements!All my soldiers, stand forth!Show no fear!Pick up your feet!Now there needs to be some teachin goin on!Are you ready ? ? ?*chanting stops*[buddha monk]Alright, enough of nice, this next reciteTake life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipeSharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu predatorWhatever, we can get down in any weatherIm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kinDirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu menTheres a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win?Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos wholl babble off your shinIm tired of yall heathin, schemin to make me start leakinThe first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedinYo, I mean this, Im like a q-tip cleanin out yo penisAnd most of you niggaz will rotate around me like youre *****in venusAt ease, heres a tissue for your nose bleedWatch this zu God seize, like seeds, that of johnny appleseedYou wanna battle? first power, I see, hears youDefy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you!Now!*chanting starts again and continues to fade**roaring*
