Buddha Monk - Art of War lyrics

[intro: buddha monk] I want the whole entire clan I want that sh** 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 ba*tards So think fast, watch this God cut like gla** Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash That's yo' a**, my k**s make me the last man that stands It's that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your f**in hands I'm equipped with some sh** that's dark, k** 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**hes get down and pa** 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**! Assa**in with quick slashin, verbal smashin There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you f**in ba*tards 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***az parish from f**in with the brooklyn zu elements! [interlude: buddha monk] *chanting starts up again* Don't never f** 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***az, 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 n***a open his mouth is the first n***a to start bleedin Yo, I mean this, I'm like a q-tip cleanin out yo' penis And most of you n***az will rotate around me like you're f**in 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!