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Buddha Monk - Crazy Cats lyrics
[intro: buddha monk] I figure i give you niggaz this one, Drunk off the liquor This is for all you crazy cats This is how its goin down I'm seein my shit *echo* (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what? Wha-wha-what? what?) [chorus x4: buddha monk] Straight out the zu of valleys and rats Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats [buddha monk] This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance For all you non-belivers and riker's pe-verts Blinkin with the monk will get ya swallowin ya pride In chunks, while my flow just blows ya mind up Get ya groove on on, but watch ya set Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set >from the gate, i drop smart bombs on the fake For the most, i roast and toast a nigga in any coast This vigilante, known to be drunk off this hennessey Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own enequity Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze B-u-d-d-h-a m-o-n-k, representer on the brooklyn zu thing What's next? brooklyn brawler, run for the border And shit gets worse, once i drink the firewater [chorus x4] [buddha monk] It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker >from here, now and after, catch this brooklyn zu rapture Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be gone Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now bring it on Your lame ass, i'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast You niggaz make me laugh, every time i hear you on the wax The body catches whip-lash from the shit that i'll spit fast It's gon' be the number one seller, played by my man bobby dash You won't be next to flex this, stretch armstrong just blessed this The lurch said i'm feelin it, evil dee said i'm killin it The drug blood, i'ma smoke this one bud And show my people out there appreciation for givin me love (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what?) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what?) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what?) (wha-wha-wha-what? wha-what?) [chorus x4] [outro: unknown voice] Power, equality, allah sees equality To the whole atlas, this is from the manchuz, god All god squad, manchuz and brooklyn zu, the zu ninjaz I'd like to say peace to everybody in the world Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born Born thru reality, yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy Peace |
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