Spark Somebody Up Lyrics - Prophecy Reloaded - Buddha Monk

(All hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known) 

News flash, they just let my ass out the damn door 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(Yo, you, you and you) 

If ya keep on doin' the things ya do 

(That's right, everybody) 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(I mean you and you and you) 

If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't wanna do it 

(Don't do it) 

Yo, I'm tired of these niggaz in this industry 

Procrastinate to assassinate me, what you high off some trees? 

I figure ya said that 'cuz yo' bitch was on yo' back 

Dead that, this vigilante wit' swords gon' come and chop down yo' facts 

I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail 

Anythin' other than that nigga, just condemned by Hell 

Is you slick just to do the shit like Buddhists? 

Heather B, three hundred sixty degrees, level move this 

My audio shells is my surface and my third eye covered by mucus 

Oh, so there's a hundred-eight pressure points 

I'm sorry ya didn't know this 

Ha, ya hopeless, also soon to be homeless 

Ya betta sit back and start taken fuckin' dough to this 

My dosage, sick like white lotus, don't never quote this 

Realize this tritan is mad ferocious 

For the minute, I rolls out my Old Earth's home 

Thug life became known and sold drugs like Al Capone 

So, you'se a so-called thug nigga, here's a slug for ya wigga 

How ya figure? Ya test the style that was born to be wit' ya 

I was born to be bad, the Brooklyn Zu, Thief of Baghdad 

Lay yo' ass on the grass and gimme all ya fuckin' cash, 'cuz 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(Yo, you, you and you) 

If ya keep on doin' the things ya do 

(Don't make me do it) 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(You know who I be, nigga, what?) 

If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't wanna do it 

(Level seven) 

Yo, to each and every men, call yo' ten best friends 

And watch this verbal murder just start to begin 

Ha, like winds, my style enters yo' anatomy 

Reconstruct yo' mind, niggaz, and shake to' bone cavity 

Are you mad at me? Take yo' ass to Buddha Monk's academy 

Get a crash-test course, nothin' new for the G-O-D 

You so silent, so silent then don't do it 

For to be all bad, plus styes that run up like blood fluid 

Yo, I'm true to this, wet rap flows like breakin' mucus 

Hit you so hard, it feels like a shift in yo' uterus 

Have no clue to this? Oh, Buddha Monk's just movin' in this mist 

Yo, it's pure verbal murder when I get into yo' shit 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

If ya keep on doin' the things ya do 

(Level ten) 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(I mean you and you and you) 

If ya keep on doin' the things you are doin', don't wanna do it 

Watch these whirlwind kicks, we move forward this very day 

You pray that our kills it on yo' whole family 

This technique that we speak seeps inside the Devil's teeth 

Now you're body's been breached by the seven-dotten priest 

Stop the lyin', all hail to the God that's now residin' 

To teach the new souls the nightmares of lost foes 

I move worst than Babylon, son, I'll tally up ya arm 

Throw this knowledge like windstorms 

Crown the sovereigns that bear arms 

We Manchuz, Masta Allah Rahmel now sees you 

And the Zig-Zag-Zag, seven fly picture this pyramid 

Can't erase this shit I gave you from the Devil, the triple-six 

Manchuz not duck low while Brooklyn Zu make body blows 

Hide your feet on hot coals, North Star forty-eight track impose 

Lyrics assassin strike low, Buddha Monk is above the law 

Now it's war, things ain't just peace no more 

You niggaz hit the floor floor, face the, face the floor, floor 

Say, you gonna, say, you gonna 

Say you gonna, you gonna make me 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(Buddha Monk, you've done it again) 

If ya keep on doin' the things ya do 

(I don't wanna, yes, I don't wanna!) 

You gonna make me spark somebody up 

(This is dedicated to all those who think I'm a real MC) 

If ya keep on doin' the things ya do 

Buddha Monk, you just keep bangin' 'em funky 

You just keep bangin' 'em funky 

You know you a crazy cat, right? 

Yes, that's right, baby