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I want the whole entire clan |
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I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real |
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At ease, 10-4 |
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There's only one that will ? to have the powers of truth |
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I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (sir, yes, sir!) |
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I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth |
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*chanting of "zu" begins* |
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I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second |
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My troops are you ready? (sir, yes, sir!) |
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Buddha monk? (yes, sir) |
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I want you to show and prove the powers that the ??? |
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Are you ready ??? (yes, sir) |
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*army soldier marching chant begins* |
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Pick up the pace! |
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*army chanting speeds up* |
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Take your left foot up! |
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*chanting stops* |
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[buddha monk] |
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You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this manchu' |
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I bomb you with the tactics, and i don't warn bastards |
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So think fast, watch this god cut like glass |
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Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash |
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That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands |
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It's that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your ****in hands |
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I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an eclipse |
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Now bow down to this god, and all wish you will give to i |
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Then infiltrate, i make moves like an earthquake |
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Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate |
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Then my oddessey sees many gods, i thought i see you flinch |
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Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit! |
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Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin |
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There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you ****in bastards |
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I'm mastered, and i'll attack like a praying mantis |
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So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it |
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You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage |
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Most niggaz parish from ****in with the brooklyn zu elements! |
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[interlude: buddha monk] |
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*chanting starts up again* |
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Don't never **** with the brooklyn zu elements! |
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All my soldiers, stand forth! |
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Show no fear! |
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Pick up your feet! |
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Now there needs to be some teachin goin on! |
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Are you ready ??? |
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*chanting stops* |
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[buddha monk] |
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Alright, enough of nice, this next recite |
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Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe |
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Sharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu predator |
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Whatever, we can get down in any weather |
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I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin |
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Dirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu men |
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There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win? |
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Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your shin |
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I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin |
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The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start bleedin |
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Yo, i mean this, i'm like a q-tip cleanin out yo' penis |
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And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're ****in venus |
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At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed |
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Watch this zu god seize, like seeds, that of johnny appleseed |
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You wanna battle? first power, i see, hears you |
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Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you! |
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Now! |
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*chanting starts again and continues to fade* |
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*roaring* |