Buddha Monk - No Frills Lyrics
[buddha monk]Get off my mother *****in 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 ima slide across the tableMansions, cars, horses, stablesStocks and bonds, cds and t-billsThis time around, zu strictly frills![buddha monk]Yo, you act like the sun dont shineThen I decline and make that ass dumb, deaf and blindWatch this spittin logic, just aimin at yo noggenMind-bogglin, and damn right the zu will smash somethinThis verbal technique will soon be heard on every streetJust watch yo peeps and watch sure you niggaz dont sleepWe defy the laws of gravity and burn thru yo anatomyWatch us work this *echos*Three-hundred and forty pounds, this God will get downWith verbal smacks, bustin gats, jiggin nines in yo backsI dont play that, my silver spoon was bent way backHate to say that, but thats the way it is when you blackNot prejudice, but stay far away from sixAnd I wont give even if my balls gets bitStay reclined, never swine, twist the eighty-five wivesWe can wine, to make this station all one mind[chorus x2][buddha monk]Warn this, awareness, I come like a terroristEnter the bloodstream, beware, can you handle this?Disasterous, it is i, the one lord and masterThe buddhas weight is made with gats and gun silencersPowerful thoughts increase, as I releaseThe knowledge on my brain, and its wicked like ten beastsIt is not the who, its the old brooklyn zuStyles get raw like a freakland zooFix this, flows drillin in the banquetBuddha inflicts the hoes like bakes existenceI remain to cause pain, dirty words and slangYo, you ***** with the zu chain, ya headed for a headbangWalk down my path, ya head is what Im afterSave all those jokes and rhymes, no time for laughter[chorus x2][buddha monk]I warnin this to mind delinquents, with rap flows I speak frequentYa bodys cold niggaz and ya mind tolerance is lowI like brooklyn zu done sole, first nigga thrown out the windowDamn, thrity-two degrees below zero and it feels like a cold warTheres never more gun totin, ha, backyard tree smokinThe haren with tote nose, with love at first sight, eludinBit pressure tester, yea, zu mind collectorClose your mind like chesters so your body gets light like feathersWhatever, you think zu disappear niggaz? ! ha, never!Im like a cold mind with head lice, yo, diggin in ya sectorIm afraid for ya, we spread like the germ gonarhea***** all you mamamis with no trace of pupmed water, see usIn God we shall trust, grafted skin we never touchedFlows like black dust, now think about God bust*sizzlin sound*(oh, what a rush!)
