(All hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known). News flash, they just let my ass out the damn door. . You gonna make me spark somebody up. (Yo, you, you and you).
[intro: buddha monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep voice}]. (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes). Now tell me, just let me get you now.
[intro: buddha monk, (dutch masta killa)]. Ain't no smokin no God damn dutch in here at night. (what the fuck!? who the fuck!? ). (that what it's all about, zu zu zu zu).
[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!.
[intro: buddha monk]. There are eight million stories. In the naked city, choose one.... Yo, it's time for a change, yo. All our babies is dyin from aids.
[intro: buddha monk]. Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha. Once again it's the God buddha monk. Representin the zu. 1-1-2, 4-4-1 franklin av.. Peace to all my niggaz.
[Intro: Buddha Monk, (Ol' Dirty Bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez. Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz.
[intro: buddha monk, (ol' dirty bastard)]. Ahahahaha. Minds start to freeze, at ease. Its the wu-tang killa beez. Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz.
(wbkzu fm). [dj] here we are live on wbkzu. 199.9 on your fm dial.. I'm in here chilling with buddha monk and my man, poppa chief.. [bm] what's going on, baby?.
[intro: buddha monk]. Allah is god, we came here to travel. And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.. We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence.
I was only nine years old, when daddy left me. This one here is dedicated to a very special lady in my life. She's my M O M M Y, she's a very special woman.
[intro: buddha monk, (shorty shit stain)]. Yea, aight, yo. We just gon' shut all these mothafuckas up. (for all y'all gangsta mothafuckas). Yea, that shit.
[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 it's goin down. I'm seein my shit *echo*.
[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz), <buddha monk>]. <listen to i...> *echo*. (these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready). (we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga?.
[intro: buddha monk]. I want the whole entire clan. I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real. At ease, 10-4. There's only one that will ? to have the powers of truth.
[Verse 1]. If you're anything like me, you probably don't read The Source. Anymore, and miss crews like the JVC Force. Don't stop, show no shame, dance to disco.
[verse 1]. Driving with a yellow dog, I95. He's got a smile on his face and big shiny eyes. Up at a decent hour, never ate yet. Got a little Johnny Cash in the ol' tape deck.
Military perfection. Fragile tranquility. Artificial familiarity. Civility. What happened? Noisy neighbors died of suspense. Have a nice day and stay on your side of the fence.