Popa Wu - Prepare For The Buddha Monk Lyrics
[hook: ol dirty bastard]Get prepared for the buddha monkYou wanna get high? roll up the skunkLadies and gentlemen..[intro: ol dirty bastard]Yo, turn this shit up, manTurn the mics open.. turn the mic up, manI want.. I want the mic.. I want the mic to shakeThe mic dont even sound good at allMan, whats up with that shit?Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhymeThey dont wanna work through that shitKnawimsayin? niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..If youre feelin with me, then youre dealin with filthIf you can barely hear it then you need to go[hook 2x][chorus 2x: 12 oclock]Its a buddha monk showBrooklyn zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low[babyface finster]Nosy wails tales from a high plainz driftaBounty killer, most wanted villainDead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smokeI toke, the colt forty-fiveDesert eagle, rips through cerebral tissueThe issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelinAppealin chicks, up jumps the bullshitAnd its a hit, a tale of two hoesSongs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya *****in windowNiggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toesI suppose you high from the candy, for the noseNiggaz is a joke, I take a toke of the laAnd all the botty boys go boom bye bye[chorus][manley musa]If he *****ed upThese niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched upBy m three-eighty-oh, musa on the lowGet ya high with fly style, rugged profileWith chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go***** suckers, get they *****in neck broke in my bookStrike, if you dont want to get hype then stay putPop shit like like liquid lips, spit like macs spitBurnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shitThe God cant slip, I hold the weight above my shouldersFake toasters get bust back, youre still in the holsterDont play this shit backwards, it goes mcs lack thisDeep in the corridors of the ghettos where I yap thisHeads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, duDoggy, hes wu, hes the brand new crazeYoung child misbehave on brand new styles thats bathedAnd addict was holdin black back in his earlier daysI had badder days, that was better days and skills paysStill got laid, rollin on through these street tradesEach corner is equality, baby, do you follow me?Diggin in the crates to write this sawed off biographyWhile your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properlyCuz you know the gods be, I be new born to this, see?My moms givin me a kiss and the first whif for me toLive off this and your shit tooGods teach hebrew to a due to live proof throughMy rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed youDig into my chronicle, so I can unbondage youThey let you see what they want you toBut things is right in front of you(ladies and gentlemen...)[buddha monk]Yes, we leave your brain demented, these god-bodies inventedA skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequelsMy peoples, dont let the devil mislead you and beat youWicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the peopleIts unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve throughSchemin for the c.r.e.a.m., rejoice in the land of the dreamsSlide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthwormsIn holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil termsYour mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is wateryWhat you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys[chorus 2x][shorty shit stain]I be the rap head and the mics my pipeIm about to get everybody high tonightYou aint had no cool shit like this since 95I cant be tried, its mad live, people do or dieAnd I be comin with the good shit, soundin like dopeI know you smoke it, but you wont get high, off this noteHave you upped billy up like coccaine? you thought you could reign?But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamondsYou could send the ladys best friendAnd when it come to makin lyrics, I will representYo, climbin the charts like a catIm rollin with mad clips and gatsI cant be stopped, like this is shitty shittyAnd my zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits[spiritual assassin]Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assedA hard task to accomplish, Im a full definition of skillsBeing impressive, one rhyme is selfish, its known as relativesObjective and goal, make an emcee concentrateYoure frustrated, when you examinedVocals movin forward, with left and right panninYoure shootin tranquilizers, reach out as spiritual touchThis brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gutYou picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrateGot hit, your backbone couldnt hold the weightShit shift, like a burnt out clutch, positionTwenty-two yard line, youre out of *****in commissionIm *****in up beats like vodka from finland, fatigue shit is greenAnd left them calm like they were all readyMy shit is point blank period like a ***** leanin heavySpillin over the same path, from my mouth you fall last[drunken dragon]This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bustAll you so-called crazy niggaz still get touchedSon I thought you had shit locked down, look aroundManchuz took control of your stereo soundPlus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thingVictorious swing like lo hans, son no man could take what I startI keep the best for self, to get the poor partPlus the boot like columbus, s.t.d. spread like fungusTouch hundreds, thousands, more than millionOh no were four billions, our way of light shines through darknessI spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a geminiWhats your sign?*scratching of the beat and beeping*
