Get prepared for the Buddha monk

You wanna get high roll up the skunk

Ladies and gentlemen

Yo turn this shit up man

Turn the mics open turn the mic up man

I want I want the mic I want the mic to shake

The mic don't even sound good at all

Man what's up with that shit

Each one of these niggas try to say a rhyme

They don't wanna work through that shit

Knawi'msayin niggas gotta learn how to feel that shit

If you're feeling with me then you're dealing with filth

If you can barely hear it then you need to go

Get prepared for the Buddha monk

You wanna get high roll up the skunk

Get prepared for the Buddha monk

You wanna get high roll up the skunk

Ladies and gentlemen

It's a Buddha monk show

Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low

It's a Buddha monk show

Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low

Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta

Bounty killer most wanted villain

Dead or alive to survive we strive off gun smoke

I toke the colt forty-five

Desert eagle rips through cerebral tissue

The issue gun slinging drug dealing four wheeling

Appealing chicks up jumps the bullshit

And it's a hit a tale of two hoes

Songs about clothes need to be thrown out ya f**king window

Niggas loving hoes licking their toes

I suppose you high from the candy for the nose

Niggas is a joke I take a toke of the lye

And all the batty boys go boom bye bye

It's a Buddha monk show

Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low

Simply f**ked up

These niggas spreading rumors and get touched up

By m three-eighty-oh muse on the low

Get ya high with fly style rugged profile

With checkers you know its time for some pound to go

Now suckers get they f**king neck broke in my book

Strike if you don't want to get hype then stay put

Bop shit like like liquid lips spit like mac's spit

Burning in whips sipping and dip cops and shit

The god can't slip I hold the weight above my shoulders

Fake toasters get bust back and still in the holster

Don't play this shit backwards it goes MC's lack this

Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where I yap this

Heads try to plot on this kidnap us like slaves du'

Doggy he's wu he's the brand new craze

Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed

And addict was holding black back in his earlier days

I had badder days that was better days and skills pays

Still got laid rolling on through these street trades

Each corner is equality baby do you follow me

Dig-gin in the crates to write this sawed off biography

While your girl be hard gosh in me partially properly

Cruz you know the gods be I be new born to this see

My mom's giving me a kiss and the first whiff for me to

Live off this and your shit too

Gods Ezekiel do a due to live proof through

My rhymes will be finding you black will be designed you

Dig into my chronicle so I can unbondage you

They let you see what they want you to

But things is right in front of you

Ladies and gentlemen

Yes we leave your brain demented these god-bodies invented

A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels

My peoples don't let the devil mislead you and beat you

Wicked minds they feed through saying it here for the people

It's unbelievable weak minds they retrieve through

Scheming for the cream rejoice in the land of the dreams

Slide the poison in the weak germs black babies turn to earthworms

In holocaust you must learn to speak your devil terms

Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery

What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys

It's a Buddha monk show

Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low

It's a Buddha monk show

Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low

I be the rap head and the mics my pipe

I'm about to get everybody high tonight

You ain't had no cool shit like this since '95

My cuff tribe is mad live people do or die

And I be coming with the good shit sounding like dope

I know you smoke it but you won't get high off this note

Have you up really up like cocaine you thought you could reign

But all you did was throw mad pain like diamonds

You could say I'm the lady's best friend

And when it come to making lyrics I will represent

Yo climbing the charts like a cat

I'm rolling with mad clips and gats

I can't be stopped like this is shitty city

And my zu rolls thick flooding the country with massive hits

Yo the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed

A hard task to accomplish I'm a full definition of skills

Being impressive one rhyme is selfish it's known as relatives

Objective and goal make an emcee concentrate

You're frustrated when you examined

Vocals' moving forward with left and right panning

You're shooting tranquilizers reach out as spiritual touch

This Brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut

You picked up twenty yards in rush in menstruate

Got hit your backbone couldn't hold the weight

Shit shift like a burnt out clutch position

Twenty-two yard line you're out of f**king commission

I'm f**king up beats like vodka from Finland fatigue shit is green

And left them calm like they we're all ready

My shit is point blank period like a b***h bleed in heavy

Spilling over the same pad from my month befall ass

This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust

All you so-called crazy niggas still get touched

Son I thought you had shit locked down look around

Manchu z took control of your stereo sound

Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing

Victorious swing like lo han's son no man could take what I start

I keep the best for self to get the poor part

Plus the boot like Columbus S T D spread like fungus

Touch hundreds thousands more than million

Oh no we're four billions our way of light shines through darkness

I spark this track like lye pop dukes was a Gemini

What's your sign