Got's Like Come On Thru - Buddha Monk

Ahahahaha

Minds start to freeze, at ease

Its the Wu-Tang Killa Beez

Brooklyn Zu, where we roll, Manchuz

Comin at yo' avenuez

36 chambers at a theater near ya

(To all my muthafuckin niggas in the place to be

And lllllast man to me)

We gon' take hip hop to anotha level

Wu, Gots like come on through

Su, That’s the call of the Wu

Zu, Gots like come on through

Su, That’s the call for the Zu

If your from the east coast and

You’re down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That’s the call for your crew

If your from the west coast and

You’re down with Brooklyn Zu

Su, That’s the call for your crew

Yo, I make myself official with the 7-dotted temple

And the knowledge procedes to take off like Emmitt’s missle

Its the rapfire comin from this Lord, Monk and sire

Cut like barbfire, ka-boom, just raise your hands higher

I get off even if its battle or war, yall niggas hit the floor

And word is bond, It still prescibes laws, hate the allegations

So, I slam on this station with motivation and watch out for the Zu

Domination

We could take it to anotha level, Glock-block that kills treble

Honey rebels, and all y’all niggas betta end up in fuckin' Belleview

Yo, I mean that, I’m a god and I cut you no slack

You wanna act, then I attack and just split your wig back

Your some lame ass nigga rockin' Tommy Hilfiger

With 3 sizes larger just to make you look bigger

And all you people out there procrastinatin to stop the assassination

You betta check up with your still and just watch the Zu nation

Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist

Got the funk for your mind leaving niggas in bliss

I look deep into your eyes, diggin in your soul

Pullin' out the inner thoughts, leave minds behold

I know exactly what your thinking, I wait for you to blink

And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinking

I send your wack ass back to class, learn something

So you can peep the real shit, and you can stop fronting

On your phoney block, with your phoney Glock until you slip

When niggas burn the drama they put teks on your lips

Hey son, I just thought about that shit

And you wanna be a gangsta rapper, boy you get the dick

The Drunken Dragon, comin' at you

And if I hear you say Brooklyn Zu, I say «Yo, who you?»

cuz

Back the fuck up before I use my gat

Spray two to your neck and four to your back

It’s the hardcore warrior, straight from Medina

Look on my face it shows, no one meaner

Brooklyn Zu Killa Bees on the swarm

I be in your area so sound the alarm (Suuuu)

Monks in the front know not to fuckin' drunk

Knocking down niggas, and the girl sees the lump

Shit is real, yes I’m hittin' hard like steel

I’m comin' through your town so it’s best that you peel

For real, yes I get dirty with my skill

No slacks in my thoughts, no time for my to trip up

Niggas, your crazy, I leave no fuckin' traces

When I put it on that ass you’ll be disintegrated

Crazy lunatic with the style that’s sick

Somebody in my clique is bound to set a pick

Your hit, by this trife shit that I fix

I’m just like the devil, I don’t play no tricks, cuz

1−1-2, 4−4-1 Frankin Av

Peace, to my nigga Wack

(Its all good, its all bad

Dirty runs for the mayor next year, finally

You’ll neva see meeeeeee)

Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu Zu

SUUUUUUUUUUU!