No Frills Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[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!)