Buddah Monk
"Gots Like Come On Thru/Nightmare On Zu Street" 12" single
Gots Like Come On Through
(featuring Brooklyn Zu, Drunken Dragon and Ol' Dirty Bastard)
Ha ha ha ha ha
Minds start to freeze, believe
It's the Wu-Tang Killa Bees, Brooklyn Zoo
Truths, comin at your avenue
36 Chambers that are fitted in you
When you thought it couldn't happen
We gonna take you to a new level of hip hop
[Brooklyn Zu]
Wu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Wu
Zu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Zu
If you're from the east coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Suuuu, that's the call for your crew
If you're from the west coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Suuuu, that's the call for your crew
[Buddah Monk]
Now call me heat miser, blue in my top, you're not wiser
The lyrical rhymer, I burn that ass like lava
Magma, plus you can't bust my crust
They call me road runner, I leave that ass in the dust
I drink the heat from beneath the Earth's core
Six million and fifty degrees, maybe more
Overground mounds, metallic minerals
I melt flesh, leaving muthafuckers in the mess
My crustal plate, you can't separate
My collosal force *blast* you're off course
Like molten rock, I can flow nonstop
Condense with sea water, watch me spin like a top
For miles and miles deep, you can't endure the heat
Be the first to run or the last nigga sleep
I saw with the glasses, thick like molasses
Now I breathe and exhale the poison gasses
[Brooklyn Zu]
Wu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Wu
Zu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Zu
[Drunken Dragon]
Now take this, I hit you with the Drunken Dragon Fist
Got the punk for your mind, leavin 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 thinkin, I wait for you to blink
And I hit you with a round to make your ego start sinkin
I send your wack ass back to class, learn somethin
So you can peep the real shit and you can stop frontin
On your phony block with your phony glock until you slip
When niggas burn the drama they put techs on your lips
Hey son, I just thought about that shit
Now 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?" cause
[Brooklyn Zu]
Wu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Wu
Zu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Zu
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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
Monks in the front know not to fuck with 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 skills
No slacks in my thoughts, no time for me to trip up
Niggas, you 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 click is bound to set a pick
You're hit by this trife shit that I fix
I'm just like the devil, I don't play no tricks cause
[Brooklyn Zu]
Wu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Wu
Zu, gots like come on through
Suuuu, that's the call for the Zu
If you're from the east coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Suuuu, that's the call for your crew
If you're from the west coast and you're down with Brooklyn Zu
Suuuu, that's the call for your crew
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