art of war lyrics – buddha monk

[intro: buddha monk]
i want the whole entire clan
i want that sh*t 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 b*st*rds
so think fast, watch this god cut like gl*ss
bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
that’s yo’ *ss, my kills make me the last man that stands
it’s that brooklyn zu, d*mn, they want you to raise your f*ckin hands
i’m equipped with some sh*t 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 b*tches get down and p*ss 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 sh*t!
*ss*ssin with quick slashin, verbal smashin
there’s no need to be askin, who be burnin you f*ckin b*st*rds
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 n*gg*z parish from f*ckin with the brooklyn zu elements!

[interlude: buddha monk]
*chanting starts up again*
don’t never f*ck 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 n*gg*z, and burn slowly down your windpipe
sharp as ever, h*llbound 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 n*gg* open his mouth is the first n*gg* to start bleedin
yo, i mean this, i’m like a q-tip cleanin out yo’ p*n*s
and most of you n*gg*z will rotate around me like you’re f*ckin 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!

*chanting starts again and continues to fade*

/ buddha monk lyrics