EMP - The Spirit of Buddha lyrics
Handweight goku with them wristbands Rock lee drop chi slum a new man Buddha spirit sky walker aura toucan Vibing color high like a nickel off a shoe stand Wordplay gifted god given like my old man Sittin with the queen bookn stars off an old brown Tiger tai chi poet coup rock tha old crown Master of myself raw business when the mood sound All black gi dark fiend for tha matter Dark steez my league yall k** for tha matter Matter fact jolly roger on tha subject of matter One piece godspeed on tha search for tha matter Mess around unlock up on tha game up tha ladder I ain't coming for the fame find ya lane you dont matter Said salute to tha prince or ya mind gonna splatter & these rappers throw shade boy ya life ima shatter Slap all the boys with they life on a platter Got venom get close you gon hear tha rattle Speak ill steamboat man gon w that tattle Slumgod Intune I ain't one for the chatter I am Feel the whole all Universe in my whole all Closet got skeletons Slum got a boneyard Preach Peace to tha gods within Paper lake origami N I'm too strong Buddha spirit When I speak Y'all wrong Slum got peace And I mow yards Snakes gon creep Flame on ima know y'all Let's knuckle up Y'all sleep when I fold ya Talk with my fists or my pen Spittin cobra All tha venom seepin on tha pages Man I told ya Indigo hue blood thick ima fiend For tha wordplay shift on tha optical lean tap brains inner sane ill cop I'm bring Said a whole a new twist wanna shop what you mean ima spit this pill come trip w tha beings On the line between real and really wanna see like eye shut down Y'all ain't gonna see said the spirit all within n the sh** all free Hey ima play intermission In between my verses Gang green on tha mission Natty task spirit dread Flow on ignition Ego milk carton Like oh he gone missin Bury leagues deep Dragon balls ain't wishin Buzzer beater mental In tha clutch I'm swishin Don't even ball or Rock on fitteds Slumgod mystic I don't expect y'all to get it Pull a trigger barrel flag bang Joker face scare tha whole game Why so serious Pan Around the camera Like look they tryna mirror us Tribe feelin live My stock up in militance Boys wanna mimic Like look you ain't as ill as this Slum got tha key I know y'all feelin this Puffin on L or meditate you hearin this Gold dark matter Sit back n feel tha bliss