Текст песни Buddha Monk - Art of War, слова песни Buddha Monk

Текст песни Buddha Monk - Art of War

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[Intro: Buddha Monk]I want the whole entire ClanI want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for realAt ease, 10-4There`s 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 Manchu`I bomb you with the tactics, and I don`t warn bastardsSo think fast, watch this God cut like glassBring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dashThat`s yo` ass, my kills make me the last man that standsIt`s that Brooklyn Zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin handsI`m equipped with some shit that`s 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 bitches get down and pass it to you on a slateThen my oddessey sees many Gods, I thought I see you flinchDon`t mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashinThere`s no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastardsI`m mastered, and I`ll attack like a praying mantisSo visualize these words, over across seas enhance itYou`re banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damageMost niggaz parish from fuckin with the Brooklyn Zu elements![Interlude: Buddha Monk]*chanting starts up again*Don`t never fuck 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 weatherI`m a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kinDirty psycho trend, (SUUUUUU!) here come the Brooklyn Zu menThere`s a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win?Monk accompanied by X-Men and 4 psychos who`ll babble off your shinI`m tired of y`all heathin, schemin to make me start leakinThe first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedinYo, I mean this, I`m like a Q-Tip cleanin out yo` penisAnd most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you`re fuckin VenusAt ease, here`s 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*

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Art of War

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