Art Of War Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[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 

I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (sir, yes, sir!) 

I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth 

*chanting of "zu" begins* 

I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second 

My troops are you ready? (sir, yes, sir!) 

Buddha monk? (yes, sir) 

I want you to show and prove the powers that the ? ? ? 

Are you ready ? ? ? (yes, sir) 

*army soldier marching chant begins* 

Pick up the pace! 

*army chanting speeds up* 

Take your left foot up! 

*chanting stops* 

[buddha monk] 

You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this manchu' 

I bomb you with the tactics, and I don't warn bastards 

So think fast, watch this God cut like glass 

Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash 

That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands 

It's that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin hands 

I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse 

Now bow down to this god, and all wish you will give to i 

Then infiltrate, I make moves like an earthquake 

Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate 

Then my oddessey sees many gods, I thought I see you flinch 

Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit! 

Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin 

There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards 

I'm mastered, and I'll attack like a praying mantis 

So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it 

You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage 

Most niggaz parish from fuckin with the brooklyn zu elements! 

[interlude: buddha monk] 

*chanting starts up again* 

Don't never fuck with the brooklyn zu elements! 

All my soldiers, stand forth! 

Show no fear! 

Pick up your feet! 

Now there needs to be some teachin goin on! 

Are you ready ? ? ? 

*chanting stops* 

[buddha monk] 

Alright, enough of nice, this next recite 

Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe 

Sharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu predator 

Whatever, we can get down in any weather 

I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin 

Dirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu men 

There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win? 

Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin 

I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin 

The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin 

Yo, I mean this, I'm like a q-tip cleanin out yo' penis 

And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin venus 

At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed 

Watch this zu God seize, like seeds, that of johnny appleseed 

You wanna battle? first power, I see, hears you 

Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you! 

Now!