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[Buddha Monk]Get off my mother fuckin life![Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz]Yo, yo, this some Zu shit!Yo, ugh! I know you want it, and I wanna give it. AH![Chorus x2: Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz]I got this proposal I`ma slide across the tableMansions, cars, horses, stablesStocks and bonds, CDs and T-billsThis time around, Zu strictly frills![Buddha Monk]Yo, you act like the sun don`t shineThen I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blindWatch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo` noggenMind-bogglin, and damn right the Zu will smash somethinThis verbal technique will soon be heard on every streetJust watch yo` peeps and watch sure you niggaz don`t sleepWe defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo` anatomyWatch us work this *echos*Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get downwith verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo` backsI don`t play that, my silver spoon was bent way backHate to say that, but that`s the way it is when you blackNot prejudice, but stay far away from sixand I won`t give even if my balls gets bitStay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five wivesWe can wine, to make this station all one mind[Chorus x2][Buddha Monk]Warn this, awareness, I come like a terroristEnter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this?Disasterous, it is I, the one Lord and MasterThe Buddha`s weight is made with gats and gun silencersPowerful thoughts increase, as I releasethe knowledge on my brain, and it`s wicked like ten beastsIt is not The Who, it`s the old Brooklyn ZuStyles get raw like a Freakland ZooFix this, flows drillin in the banquetBuddha inflicts the hoes like Bake`s existenceI remain to cause pain, dirty words and slangYo, you fuck with the Zu chain, ya headed for a headbangWalk down my path, ya head is what I`m afterSave all those jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter[Chorus x2][Buddha Monk]I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequentYa body`s cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is lowI like Brooklyn Zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the windowDamn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a cold warThere`s never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokinThe haren with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludinBit pressure tester, yea, Zu mind collectorClose your mind like Chester`s so your body gets light like feathersWhatever, you think Zu disappear niggaz?! Ha, never!I`m like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sectorI`m afraid for ya, we spread like the germ GonarheaFuck all you mamami`s with no trace of pupmed water, see usIn God we shall trust, grafted skin we never touchedFlows like black dust, now think about God bust*sizzlin sound*(Oh, what a rush!)

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