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Buddha Monk lyrics - Prophecy

No Frills

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[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! [Chorus x2: Poppa Chief of Zu Ninjaz] I got this proposal I'ma slide across the table Mansions, cars, horses, stables Stocks and bonds, CDs and T-bills This time around, Zu strictly frills! [Buddha Monk] Yo, you act like the sun don't shine Then I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blind Watch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo' noggen Mind-bogglin, and damn right the Zu will smash somethin This verbal technique will soon be heard on every street Just watch yo' peeps and watch sure you niggaz don't sleep We defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo' anatomy Watch us work this *echos* Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get down with verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo' backs I don't play that, my silver spoon was bent way back Hate to say that, but that's the way it is when you black Not prejudice, but stay far away from six and I won't give even if my balls gets bit Stay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five wives We can wine, to make this station all one mind [Chorus x2] [Buddha Monk] Warn this, awareness, I come like a terrorist Enter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this? Disasterous, it is I, the one Lord and Master The Buddha's weight is made with gats and gun silencers Powerful thoughts increase, as I release the knowledge on my brain, and it's wicked like ten beasts It is not The Who, it's the old Brooklyn Zu Styles get raw like a Freakland Zoo Fix this, flows drillin in the banquet Buddha inflicts the hoes like Bake's existence I remain to cause pain, dirty words and slang Yo, you fuck with the Zu chain, ya headed for a headbang Walk down my path, ya head is what I'm after Save all those jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter [Chorus x2] [Buddha Monk] I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequent Ya body's cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is low I like Brooklyn Zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the window Damn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a cold war There's never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokin The haren with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludin Bit pressure tester, yea, Zu mind collector Close your mind like Chester's so your body gets light like feathers Whatever, you think Zu disappear niggaz?! Ha, never! I'm like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sector I'm afraid for ya, we spread like the germ Gonarhea Fuck all you mamami's with no trace of pupmed water, see us In God we shall trust, grafted skin we never touched Flows like black dust, now think about God bust *sizzlin sound* (Oh, what a rush!)

What's On Ya Mind

DA BRAT "Unrestricted"
Ay homie Ay yo Shit wassup with you What...I make ya horny huh (giggle) I make ya horny huh (giggle) shit You act like you want some nigga.....do you? (Da Brat) Di di di da di di di da di day I'm on the dance floor and you up on it in every way Day to day you think of me Can't wait to get to the club to see my face just to smoke and drink with me The DJ keep spinnin' the hot records Make the whole table go crazy the first second Third I'm ready and able to hit the middle Under that disco ball so I could shake a little This shit for yall who dance with me Touchin' my ass and titties so frantically Don't get carried away with it I'll let you have a little fun if you play with it Insatiably, when I cum I do it patiently Cuz if it ain't all night its a waste to me You been chasing me for the longest time Like Billy Joel so please tell me what's on ya mind..nigga Chorus: Homie, you act like you want some Now tell me, do I do I make ya horny huh All up on me having a good time I just wanna know what's going through ya mind mind mind (say 2x) (Da Brat) I put my hands on the back of your fade And we danced till the crack of dawn came To the sun raise up its on Still got stamina to take you home Brat the damager managed to handle any position handed to her You wanna fuck with the funk bandit Leave it alone when the sweat trinkle down my cleavage you can't stand it And you ain't even believing you dancing with Brat And making eye contact Homie put your hands on my waist and occassionally Run your fingers through my fresh ass braids and say to me That you feel horny cuz I wanna know If you want some of this I wish you tell me so Cuz if I let you touch me I must want you to go Home with me be alond with me to get some mo' Cuz we smoke we drink we bump and grind And even though I'm tipsy I wanna know what's on ya mind Chorus: say 2x (22) Brat now let me rock it from a niggas perspective No chick can neglect this Just listen when I stress this The bitch was breathless Big lips so thick make me wanna drop draws Star had me rock hard shaking like a pornstar Uh huh wassup shorty Won't you be my sweet lover friend what homie Thug love homie Brat put you up on pink lemonade That's why I don't attract rats with my serinades Stack off plubicades Lack when it comes to brains More than 2 women I'mma stack'em then play the game Rack'em they love my name 22 Cuz they figure amongst themselves can I really enject 2 With my nine inch source see me climb in the nookie screaming Everything is mine while I'm grinding the pussy Can you picture that what's on ya mind baby push me I don't mind raiding the jar just to get a cookie, uh Chorus: say 4x

And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind

NEIL DIAMOND "Love Songs"
Listen easy, you can hear God calling Walking barefoot by the stream Come on to me, Your hair's softly falling On my face as in a dream And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind Saying nothing, lying where the sun is Baking down upon our sides My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses Your hands gentle in reply And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind Child, touch my soul with your cries And the music will know what we've found I, hear a hundred good-byes But today I hear only one sound The moment we're living is now Now now now now now now now Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing Cools the sweat inside my palms Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing As you lay sleeping in my arms And the time will be our time And the grass won't pay no mind No the grass won't pay no mind

Baby It's Cold Outside

JESSICA SIMPSON "Re-joice"
I really cant stay (baby, its cold outside) Ive got to go way (baby, its cold outside) The evening has been (Ive been hopin that youd drop in) So very nice (Ill hold your hand, theyre just like ice) My mother will start to worry (hey beautiful, whats your hurry) And father will be pacing the floor (listen to that fireplace roar) So really, Id better scurry (beautiful, please dont hurry) Well, maybe just a half a drink more (put some music on while I pour) The neighbors might think (baby, its bad out there) Say, whats in this drink (no cabs to be had out there) I wish I knew how (your eyes are like starlight now) To break this spell (Ill take your hat, your hair looks swell) I oughtta say no, no, no sir (you mind if I move in closer) At least Im gonna say that I tried (and whats the sense in hurting my pride) I really cant stay (oh baby, dont hold out) Oh, but its cold outside I simply must go (its cold outside) The answer is no (baby, its cold outside) The welcome has been (so lucky that you dropped in) So nice and warm (look out the window at that storm) My sister will be suspicious (your lips look delicious) My brother will be there at the door (I aint worried about you brother) My maiden aunts mind is vicious (that ol biddy, she aint gonna bother me) Well maybe just a cigarette more (you dont need no cigarette, its smokin plenty up in here) Ive got to get home (baby, youll freeze out there) Say, lend me a comb (its up to your knees out there) Youve really been grand (I thrill when you touch my hand) Oh, but dont you see (how can you do this thing to me) Theres bound to be talk tomorrow (well, think of my lifelong sorrow) At least there will be plenty implied (if you caught pneumonia and died) I really cant stay (get over that hold out) Oh, but baby its cold outside

If I Die 2Nite

2PAC "Me Against The World"
A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once [Verse One] They say pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturin pitiful punk niggaz coppin pleas Puffin weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evadin the playa hatin tricks, while hittin switches Bitches is bad-mouth, cause brawlin motherfuckers is bold But y'all some hoes, the game should be sewed I'm sick of psychotic society somebody save me Addicted to drama so even mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffin weed wit my peeps I'm duckin the cop, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin my glock Niggaz is hot when I hit the block, what if I die tonight [Chorus] If I die tonight [repeat 3X] 'Tonight's the night I get in some shit' - [Dr. Dre] [Verse Two] Polishin pistols prepare for battle pass the pump When I get to poppin niggaz is droppin then they done Callin the coroner come collect the fuckin corpse He got it by killer, preoccuppied with bein boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggaz and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets makin crack sales Picture perfection pursuin paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Runnin with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me my pistol posse's usin deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seein cemetary photos of my peers Conversatin like they still here, if I die tonight [Chorus] [Verse Three] Pussy and paper is poetry power and pistols Plottin on murderin motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the heavens three-fifty-sevens to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for Thug Livin when I die I wonder if heaven got a ghetto for Thug niggaz A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissin while practicin how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick, while drinkin liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin these simps, for bein petrified and lame Disrespectin the game, prayin for punishment and pain Goin insane, never die, live eternal, who shall I fear Don't shed a tear for me nigga I ain't happy hear I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines readin MURDERED TO DEATH, my last breath Take a look picture a crook on his last stand Motherfuckers don't understand, if I die tonight [Chorus]

What's Really Good

JEDI MIND TRICKS "Visions Of Gandhi"
[Rocky Raez] Yea, ok, yo, listen, check it, yo Heyo these streets hate me, but they made me a animal We little ghetto boys that was raised on the avenue We drug dealers, stick-up kids, and what have you In rap battles with the audience that clap at you My block crazy, I never seen a CAB pass through On bright sunny days you can see my black shadow Gats with barrels sucked under the apparel And that's natural in a city with CRACKED statutes Please believe it, gun shots some keep secrets You keep sleepin', get caught in ya Jeep preachin Always listen to an old man when he speakin' To learn how to keep AT LEAST A GRAND on the weekend Learn how to analyze a man when he creepin' Learn not to never burn a bridge when you leakin' That's street knowledge, write it down and speak about it Drug dealers use this rap the street OUTLETS I leave doubters in the back and move outwards Watch for them niggaz with Timbs and loose outfits Guns don't kill people, the bullets'll kill people And bullets leave holes in people you just see through It's all mathematics it's what the streets equal These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals And that's how it is in my life, that's how it is (Yea, it's Rocky Raez y'all, the Ghostwriters) [Chorus]x2 Heyo, what's really good? (We over) 'Cuz I got it on lock (In my hood) We hustle what we could (In yo' block) You niggaz ain't stop (In my block) [Vinnie Paz talking during chorus] I got the SOUND RIGHT REASONING OF MALACHI YORK Only speak to me if I allow you to talk Cuz y'all ain't never learn that you crawl before walk My four-pound LAYING you down like Black Hawk The gat's SPARK, intelligent born vicious Military thug who follow Allah wishes That's why I don't eat pork and cause sickness And that's why CLITTORAL cats is like bitches And y'all be more hard pressed to stop me And fiends dumpin' out on the block, it's rock free So fuck peace, cousin bring me to war So I can have blood on my hands with C-4 I need more, need weed and need cash Or I'ma shoot three at ya team like Steve Nash You BLEED fast, 'cuz that's jus how it go down That's how Vinnie Pazi ends up always holdin the crown I'm holdin' it down, with five nickel nine biscuits I live my life for Allah, DEFY CHRISTMAS But y'all always in Jedi Mind business Now your body parts are buried in five ditches It's fuckin' Vinnie Paz baby

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