Popa Wu - Prepare For The Buddha Monk lyrics
rate me
1e
[hook: ol' dirty bastard]
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Get prepared for the buddha monk
2a
You wanna get high? roll up the skunk
1b
Ladies and gentlemen..
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1f
[intro: ol' dirty bastard]
1f
Yo, turn this shit up, man
2e
Turn the mics open.. turn the mic up, man
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I want.. i want the mic.. i want the mic to shake
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The mic don't even sound good at all
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Man, what's up with that shit?
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Each one of these niggaz try to say a rhyme
2c
They don't wanna work through that shit
3d
Knawi'msayin? niggaz gotta learn how to feel that shit..
3c
If you're feelin with me, then you're dealin with filth
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If you can barely hear it then you need to go
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[hook 2x]
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1c
[chorus 2x: 12 o'clock]
1c
It's a buddha monk show
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Brooklyn zu niggaz smoked, high off a duck low
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[babyface finster]
2f
Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta
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Bounty killer, most wanted villain
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Dead or alive, to survive he strive off gun smoke
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I toke, the colt forty-five
2f
Desert eagle, rips through cerebral tissue
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The issue, gun slingin, drug dealin, four wheelin
2b
Appealin chicks, up jumps the bullshit
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And it's a hit, a tale of two hoes
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Songs about clothes, need to be thrown out ya fuckin window
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Niggaz lovin hoes, lickin their toes
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I suppose you high from the candy, for the nose
2e
Niggaz is a joke, i take a toke of the la
2b
And all the botty boys go boom bye bye
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[chorus]
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[manley musa]
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If he fucked up
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These niggaz spreadin rumors and get touched up
2a
By m three-eighty-oh, musa on the low
2f
Get ya high with fly style, rugged profile
3a
With chuckers, you know its time for some pound to go
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Cock suckers, get they fuckin neck broke in my book
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Strike, if you don't want to get hype then stay put
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Pop shit like like liquid lips, spit like mac's spit
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Burnin in whips, sippin and dip cops and shit
3d
The god can't slip, i hold the weight above my shoulders
3d
Fake toasters get bust back, you're still in the holster
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Don't play this shit backwards, it goes "mc's lack this"
3a
Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where i yap this
3a
Heads try to plot on this, kidnap us like slaves, du'
2d
Doggy, he's wu, he's the brand new craze
3c
Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed
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And addict was holdin black back in his earlier days
3c
I had badder days, that was better days and skills pays
3a
Still got laid, rollin on through these street trades
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Each corner is equality, baby, do you follow me?
3b
Diggin in the crates to write this sawed off biography
3d
While your girl be hard, gosh in me, partially, properly
3a
Cuz you know the gods be, i be new born to this, see?
3a
My mom's givin me a kiss and the first whif for me to
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Live off this and your shit too
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Gods teach hebrew to a due to live proof through
3d
My rhymes will be findin you, black will be designed you
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Dig into my chronicle, so i can unbondage you
2b
They let you see what they want you to
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But things is right in front of you
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1e
(ladies and gentlemen...)
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[buddha monk]
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Yes, we leave your brain demented, these god-bodies invented
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A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels
3d
My peoples, don't let the devil mislead you and beat you
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Wicked minds they feed through, sayin it here for the people
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It's unbelieveable, weak minds they retrieve through
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Schemin for the c.r.e.a.m., rejoice in the land of the dreams
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Slide the poison in the weak germs, black babies turn to earthworms
3c
In holocaust you must learn, dis-speak your devil terms
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Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery
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What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys
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[chorus 2x]
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[shorty shit stain]
2c
I be the rap head and the mic's my pipe
2c
I'm about to get everybody high tonight
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You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95
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I can't be tried, it's mad live, people do or die
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And i be comin with the good shit, soundin like dope
3f
I know you smoke it, but you won't get high, off this note
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Have you upped billy up like coccaine? you thought you could reign?
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But all you did was throw mad pain, like diamonds
2a
You could send the lady's best friend
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And when it come to makin lyrics, i will represent
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Yo, climbin the charts like a cat
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I'm rollin with mad clips and gats
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I can't be stopped, like this is shitty shitty
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And my zu rolls thick, floodin the country with massive hits
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[spiritual assassin]
3e
Yo, the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed
3f
A hard task to accomplish, i'm a full definition of skills
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Being impressive, one rhyme is selfish, it's known as relatives
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Objective and goal, make an emcee concentrate
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You're frustrated, when you examined
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Vocals' movin forward, with left and right pannin
3f
You're shootin tranquilizers, reach out as spiritual touch
3c
This brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut
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You picked up twenty yards in rushin, menustrate
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Got hit, your backbone couldn't hold the weight
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Shit shift, like a burnt out clutch, position
3a
Twenty-two yard line, you're out of fuckin commission
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I'm fuckin up beats like vodka from finland, fatigue shit is green
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And left them calm like they we're all ready
3c
My shit is point blank period like a bitch leanin heavy
3c
Spillin over the same path, from my mouth you fall last
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[drunken dragon]
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This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust
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All you so-called crazy niggaz still get touched
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Son i thought you had shit locked down, look around
2e
Manchuz took control of your stereo sound
3d
Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing
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Victorious swing like lo han's, son no man could take what i start
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I keep the best for self, to get the poor part
3b
Plus the boot like columbus, s.t.d. spread like fungus
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Touch hundreds, thousands, more than million
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Oh no we're four billions, our way of light shines through darkness
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I spark this track like lye, pop dukes was a gemini
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What's your sign?
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*scratching of the beat and beeping*
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