1.Meditation Hall
2.The Prophecy
Prepare for the prophecy
Yea, to all challengers, let's begin
I be the holder of flows like air seepin thru your windows
First nigga that oppose be the first nigga that goes
A deadly comedic dealer, nasty-ass good fella
Crazy-ass dweller novelty known as best seller
It be the slack that you lack, i shoot the verses like gats
Your styles is too wack, it makes you burn like exlax
Buddha'll prove that he's the boss, for years i paid the cost
So now i am the force that keeps you at a state of loss
Wannabe kamakazi shootin at everybody
I'm worse than your john gotti or your mayor julianni
Severe body parts, who has to master this art？
Whether it be the day or dark, the fuckin sun has to spark
Niggaz
It takes 8 million and one stuns for the god is done
If you feel it's a lie, then your ass i will fry
Styles is dirty dirty like some desert water
Watch out for the zu slaughter (i'm talkin to you!!)
Your blood spills made me the science of my kills
I feels like that of a fuckin desert storm kill
Sight of an insighter who's out for real tight
Whatever lurks in the dark we shall bring to the light
Sit back and breathe the gases i relieve
Breakin off parts, piece by piece of enemies
You done made mad one of the dirty dozen
Guaranteed to slaughter off your moms, pops and cousins
The prophecy, i see which can foretell the future.
The foretellin of what is to come.
Prophecy, to foretell by divine inspiration.
Something declared by a prophet.
One who speaks with the mind that's been stricken.
The prophecy, lord buddha monk is the prophet.
Now you see, now you hear.
Take heed, which way of life would you travel？
The road of truth or the road of death？
(i can't take it no more!!!)
You have been warned, the prophet is here.
The prophecy has seen that you remain with the sting
Removin the skin, i never die and kill again
Sinfullness is my trifeness, leave a nigga lifeless
If you try to bite this
I levitate minds like 9's levitate your spines
If inclined, i kill with one line
And leave you dumb, deaf and blind
Done with the swiftness of a sword of excalibur
Move with the speeds of culos thru a callico
Feel the heat as my thoughts burn deep
Explosions to mind that i seek, now it's you soul that i reap
I remain in this game and take fame like grand larceny
There's pure fuckin havoc when you fuck with the prophecy!!!
All the voices of the dark
Do you wish to take my sin？ (die fuckas!)
Hahahahahahhaha!!
3.Gots Like Come On Thru(Remix)
Ahahahaha
Minds start to freeze, at ease
Its the wu-tang killa beez
Brooklyn zu, where we roll, manchuz
Comin at yo' avenuez
36 chambaz at a theater near ya
(to all my muthafuckin niggaz 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 niggaz hit the floor
And word iz bond, it still prescibes laws, hate the allegations
So, i slam on this nation 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 yall niggaz 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 punk for your mind leavinz 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 phony block, with your phony glock until you slip
When niggaz 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
Monks in the front know not to fuckin drunk
Knocking down niggaz, 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
Niggaz, your crazy, i leave no fuckin traces
When i put it on that ass you'll be desintegrated
Crazy lunatic with the style that's sick
Somebody in my click 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!!
4.Killa From The Villa
Hahahaahahahahahahahahaha
Once again it's the god buddha monk
Representin the zu
1-1-2, 4-4-1 franklin av.
Peace to all my niggaz
The rza, knowwhati'msayin？
We gon' drop this track for my nigga, y-kim
And q-base. and it's deadly, deadly.
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Ah, it's the killa straight from the villa
Thriller, pealer, mind cell dweller
There's no need to get frantic
The zu attacks minds and shit gets real hectic
Makin the kill like 7 masters
Tearin up the skills with total disaster
I'm after punk-ass niggaz with laughter
Puttin stains in their raps, here, now and after
You want to test the style of the shaolin foe？
The cut comes from far, it is eyes, noses and souls
That's not enough time to lick nuff shots
The tech, the callico and one in the block
The 3 is for the kill, that kills and wrecks skills
It doesn't really matter how you feel, i want you ill
If you dare peepin skills, pullin vains, holes in shins
Only thing that's left is eyes, noses and chins
Who, tell me？ who, tell me？ who, tell me？
Can be known within...
I see it in your eyes and you're scared to fuckin death
You fuck around boy, i cut your fuckin neck
Your styles is wack like that of, um, a hot mode
Man over sightly with spiritual powders
I'm deadly to the grain with my brooklyn zu slang
A killa that leaves no trace or blood stains
You're fucked up, now it's time to go dirt for dirt
You want the zu name, for that you must work
You should've been taught 7 scores and 5 mics ago
I take life like my mad fidel castro
There's war, things ain't just peace no more
I come thru like a texas chainsaw
F.a. is where i rock with twin glocks
Makin shit hot, rockin mad peoples knots
You're hit, then you bleed, then you say you're shit
You wish i disappeared by same this i'll fix
Behold, i'm the foe that stands in the chamber
I'm mr. ripyou when releasin the danger
Monk, receiver and teaches us all things that you need
Snatchin niggaz by the neck and the mother feels the pain
Lyrical master with diaster, blaow!
Push yor caps back like burnin dutch masters
The sword of my click is crazy mad thick
Makin deep cuts cuz i'm sick of all this shit
That's my style, son, i'm ready for the war
The hits from the god, prepare to hit the floor
Sparks of an element, movin in a 7
Feelin the wrath of the buddha, no wait for you to check it
Check this, here's the killa thru this danger
Not enough, enters 36 chambers
Heads that feel, that thrills with a new skill
Burns the eyes, kills like electric eels
Kill has been told, what's the shaolin foes gold？
Cut razor sharp, inflict holes in souls
Master of disaster, wu tapes are raptures
Cut many ducks, became a grand master
You want to oppose this deadly technique
Buddha's knowledge is wicked, wicked like 10 priests ＊echos＊
You don't understand!
You don't motherfuckin understand!
Don't fuck with the brooklyn zu
If you don't have the motherfuckin skills!
You bitch-ass mothafuckers can suck my dick!!
Don't fuck with the brooklyn zu!!
Suck my motherfuckin dick!!
5.Art Of War
I want the whole entire clan
I want that shit to sound like it was stompin, for real
At ease, 10-4
There's only one that will ？ to have the powers of truth
I want my soldiers to be dignified soldiers (sir, yes, sir!)
I want you to march forward and bring forth the truth
＊chanting of 'zu' begins＊
I want you to go forth at 1,200 feet per a second
My troops are you ready？ (sir, yes, sir!)
Buddha monk？ (yes, sir)
I want you to show and prove the powers that the ？？？
Are you ready ？？？ (yes, sir)
＊army soldier marching chant begins＊
Pick up the pace!
＊army chanting speeds up＊
Take your left foot up!
＊chanting stops＊
You must be crazy to sacrifice your life against this manchu'
I bomb you with the tactics, and i don't warn bastards
So think fast, watch this god cut like glass
Bring your frame fast and make you do the thirty yard dash
That's yo' ass, my kills make me the last man that stands
It's that brooklyn zu, damn, they want you to raise your fuckin
hands
I'm equipped with some shit that's dark, kill light like an
eclipse
Now bow down to this god, and all wish you will give to i
Then infiltrate, i make moves like an earthquake
Make them bitches get down and pass it to you on a slate
Then my oddessey sees many gods, i thought i see you flinch
Don't mind him, yo, drag him, punch him in his shit!
Assassin with quick slashin, verbal smashin
There's no need to be askin, who be burnin you fuckin bastards
I'm mastered, and i'll attack like a praying mantis
So visualize these words, over across seas enhance it
You're banished, the retro-scale shows a hundred percent damage
Most niggaz parish from fuckin with the brooklyn zu elements!
＊chanting starts up again＊
Don't never fuck with the brooklyn zu elements!
All my soldiers, stand forth!
Show no fear!
Pick up your feet!
Now there needs to be some teachin goin on!
Are you ready ？？？
＊chanting stops＊
Alright, enough of nice, this next recite
Take life niggaz, and burn slowly down your windpipe
Sharp as ever, hellbound brooklyn zu predator
Whatever, we can get down in any weather
I'm a marksman, fat, round, royal blood kin
Dirty psycho trend, (suuuuuu!) here come the brooklyn zu men
There's a thousand men rushin in on one way, how can you win？
Monk accompanied by x-men and 4 psychos who'll babble off your
shin
I'm tired of y'all heathin, schemin to make me start leakin
The first nigga open his mouth is the first nigga to start
bleedin
Yo, i mean this, i'm like a q-tip cleanin out yo' penis
And most of you niggaz will rotate around me like you're fuckin
venus
At ease, here's a tissue for your nose bleed
Watch this zu god seize, like seeds, that of johnny appleseed
You wanna battle？ first power, i see, hears you
Defy the laws of gravity, then my brain injects in you!
Now!
＊chanting starts again and continues to fade＊
＊roaring＊
6.Bang It In Ya Whip
＊echo＊
(these punk-ass niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin？ what, nigga？
(we--we been doin' this for years)
Y'all niggaz can't see this shit
Can't even fuck with this track
(ain't nothin could stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we bring in drama)
Youknowwhati'msayin？ all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys about to get hit
(what we stand for) justice and equality
All my boriquas out there, too, up on the set
youknowwhati'msayin？
Hit them niggaz like that, yo
It's the sinister, sick like clamidia
Burn like no vagina, your retina
Screwin like you hard, while i lick off your head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa
constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield east
Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always
runnin (ha!)
From the '90's, so i never will like onions and pills
(zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
Leave you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) your sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be pushin up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your
villa
Grab you up... ahhh!
Who's the killa？ monk iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines？
Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, i'm prepared to deal with
fetal lines
Yo, check it out...
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and stuck 4
You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the door
Wait, i ain't finished yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the subtractor
The actual nist gets broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept from
sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's could
rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber
Yo, peep the real pro, put my skills to work
That show's benz and about a mil' i'm worth
Get higher than 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like hungry rodents
Rappers actin funny style and holdin
Frontin, posted up like bowlin
Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, i'm heavy on the neck
Pissin weights, can't risk kuwait
And objects, get these papes and escape
Ballad and cronz is like a midget to an ape
Don't care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol
What？
We catchin large amounts, over-seas and upstate
Sha-cronz, buddha monk and our nigga, babyface
It's an mc's fate to test the zu's great
And we won't stop, until death is a bedmate
What？ alright, check this fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
If i do it any way i wanna do it
Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a fake mc
Who wanna test thee？ ha, nigga please
I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through
trees
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc
And if that's not enough, then i'll huff and i'll puff
And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound
And the cops can't help ya, they yellin, 'blue-uniformed man is
down'
What, niggaz, what？
7.Dedicated
I was only nine years old, when daddy left me
Poppa was always up to no good
This one here is dedicated to a very special lady in my life
She's my m-o-m-m-y, she's a very special woman
And dear mom, i dedicate this song to you
This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight
Hey moms, i dedicate this song to you
You're my m-o-m-m-y, my special brew
I'ma bless you with diamonds and pearls, and rubies too
Well this is just something for the things you do
Momma soon, i'll take you on a real long cruise
Sit back with some class, champagne just for two
You're overdue, so here's some things meant for you
Benzes and minks, friends that you never knew
Private jets, year round trips to tibet
Ah, you and janet sand, singin that bangin-ass duet
Finished yet？ malik will pour you moet
With hand to hand service as the sun sets
You never guessed, the life could ever be this best
Sit back, just relax, you ain't seen nothin yet
You're my girl, my mom and my first love too
That's why i dedicate this song right here to you
C'mon
Hey moms, they should've made a statue for you
Best moms in the world, yea, baby that's you
You tried to prove, the good times went down the line
Didn't believe, now i'm infested with drug crime
In these hard times and i'm still out to get mines
A motivated soldier on the hands of time
Cops draw the line, now i'm facin seven to nine
And you're still tellin me it's gonna be alright
That's why i love you, no matter all the things i did
Yo, you still turn around and call me one of your kids
When poppa slide, how was you to deal with all of us kids？
Yea, a family of four with the governor's laws
No more, now it's time to take a world tour
Breath the fresh air, we smell the sea shore
I adore, and i want to give you applause
Dedicating this song to you once more
Cuz...
Aiyyo, moms
Let me tell you one thing
I can't express the way that i feel
All the things that you've done for me
I was one of those bad-ass kids gettin up
Every mornin, doin all the thug things
You know, i didn't get many whoopins
When i did get a whoopin, it hurt
But i still had to do what i had to do momma
Cuz times was hard
And there was no father there for us
But i knoiw you loved me
And i know you'd forgive me for all things i did
But if you didn't, i hope this song finds you at your best
'partment
You're with me in my heart, i love you and you're my favorite
girl
I get one, i only get one, i only get one
(you're my momma, yea) my momma
I love you, mother (yea, sweet old momma, yea)
Feel the road to the riches
And riches to the road
Cuz i'm gonna leave and go somewhere you've never been before
You're my woman, and i'll always see you
(don't you want me in this world？)
I always love you to death, momma
We out, baby, c'mon
(i'll always love my momma)
She's my only one!
(she's my favorite)
(and you only get one, you only get one)
Yea (one good girl)
I love you, hahaha
That's right momma (ohhh.. ohhh.. ohhh)
8.Freestyle
(wbkzu fm)
I'm in here chilling with buddha monk and my man, poppa chief.
Peace to the gods and the earths.
new
Album.
Yeah. youknowi'msayin？ it has-- it consists of everybody in the
zu.
Youknowi'msayin？ ol' dirty bastard. youknowwhati'msayin？
12 o'clock. shorty shit stain. poppa chief. k-blunt.
of them.
That's the zu ninjaz. 5 ft. hyper snyper. we can't forget my
Mother fuckin man, hook ninja. you know shy d and them？
And ob and all of them. that's most of the jersey niggaz and
shit.
Then you got the manchuz and shit. drunken dragon and spritiual
Assassin. uh-uh. niggaz don't know about manley mussa and all of
them.
You know and professor king bee and all of them.
jump
Off and shit. niggaz don't even know about half the shit we're
About to come with. youknowwhati'msayin？
time
To see the brooklyn zu come through. youknowi'msayin？
Cuz we all remain in you. youknowi'msayin？ universally unified
To make things happen. youknowi'msayin？ that's just about,
Basically about it right now. the name of the album is called,
Like i said before, 'the prophecy'. youknowi'msayin？ it's the
Lord buddha monk. and what？ niggaz, what？
brother.
I can feel that. the buddha, check out his album. yo, so how
About this？ how about we get you boys right here into a little
Freestyle？ aight, youknowi'msayin？ kick it to a freestyle.
Yo, check it like this.
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
It's the brooklyn zu, it's the brooklyn zu
Let me tell you mother fuckers, it's the brooklyn zu
Yo, i be in this game, the buddha monk fuckin up your stamina
Shut your mouth, listen close to this brooklyn zu damager
I never seen so many amateurs get awards for wack grammar
But now i got my daily plan on how to act right, think right
Get the subverb on ya, then fuckin ram ya, ha! it's sickenin
Heard better shit on the radio, but your's the one that's still
tickin
It's alright, i'ma come with that wild stack
There's the brooklyn zu laid on every track
Try not playin my shit, nigga and you'll catch two to ya back
Yo, i mean that, my style made strictly for the rap, where it
was at
Fuck the diamonds, the plush houses and the bitches layin on
they stacks
Niggaz, what？ niggaz, what？ what？ it's the freestyle!
It's a psycho, so shoot fast on the warpath
Every time i touch a stick of steel, it's a bloodpath
Black licorice, choclate compressed
Super-nigga written across my chest
I'd bet my left nut, plus all of my riches
I won't be the one rockin the bandages and stitches
I jiggle jiggle cuz it itches
A hundred-mile an hour pitches
I love it when the bitches be blowin me kisses
＊kissing sound＊ right back at you
Spell my mother fuckin name right when you put it on the statue
I'll come back, who ever wanna step to the b-r double o k-l-y-n
z-u
＊radio static＊ mother fucker!
9.Spark Somebody Up
＊ promo version 'fuck somebody up' had slightly different
With 'fuck' instead of 'spark'
(all hip hop acknowledge, prepare to embark the known)
Umm.. (yea)
You gonna make me spark somebody up (yo, you, you and you)
If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (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 dooooin, 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 bagdad
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 dooooo (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 dooooin, 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' shiiiit
You gonna make me spark somebody up (hahahaha)
If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (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 dooooin, dont 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 sovreigns 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 fourty-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 (you)
You gonna... (you and you and you)
You gonna, ya gonna.. (what you gonna do？)
Ya gonna make me spark somebody up (buddha monk, you've done it
again)
If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo
(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)
I don't wanna do it, yo, don't wanna do it!
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
Huh-huh-huh-huh, yea...
10.Buddha Monk At The Opera
11.No Frills
Get off my mother fuckin life!
Yo, yo, this some zu shit!
Yo, ugh! i know you want it, and i wanna give it. ah!
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!
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
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
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!)
12.Warrior Chiefs
＊sounds of fighting＊
I'm the warrior chief.
I'm the merciless god of anyone that disturbs me in my universe.
Fuck with me and you will suffer my wrath.
It's assassination day, so the devil now prays
That the bombs from this god don't sound no alarms
Now y'all stay calm, let me move like rahmadan
Speak one word then you're gone, drop like hiroshimo bombs
Creation of this playing made by 36 chambers
It's death by wishes and mad niggaz is getting headaches
I'ma warn you, this shit here is about to get pathetic
And there's fucking boys getting shipped out by fedex, if i said
it
Then it's best that you protect your fucking head, kid
I re-design your chromosomes and make that shit my fucking home
Get out my war zone! and i'll leave you hit down all alone
I attack, that killa bee's chopping with an axe
Fuck, it's dangerous in this game to bust
In holes, while triffels gain your trust
Representing brooklyn from the hook on
No question, we keep the truck on
Hoes, now get your fuck on
Now you're suck on some shit, we bust a nut on
All you niggaz waiting for this bitch, just hold on
Desert eagles busting at seagels flying the coup
I see you're face dipped in the plate, eating my soup
Now you're on a negative vibe, then rob me
Brooklyn zu, we float through like foreign currency
Sixteen kings, international
Going against the odds and the curse
A universal traveller verse
The first to peep this right or wrong turf
Trapped in the earth's atmosphere
Knowing the wisdom and the knowledge, things is never clear
A hundred and eighty degree angle, straight line, bridge
Naked asylum, strangle this kid
That man move got rocked away far like hemmy's
Vision slightly off, they keeping one with the froth
Learning pussy, john protection, court minister, three six zeros
Spillin treble, a bow and arrow in hands of a crossed-eye indian
Like jeff domer and his barrel of dicks, i shred cliques
Crews, camps, clams, shit, the iron fist
Infiltrator of shaolin, but manchurian
Learned secrets in divine pamplets
Manuals numerous with horrendous skills
Intentional calculated kills from the hills
When zu street had nightmares, manchuz came on through
Assassin's interior, humble exterior
You're getting warrier, stagering from the javelin
Rhymes get ate, like pharoah gram's, see eight
Motivate, manchuz cleaned the plate
Went back for seconds, turned mc's to reverends
Ricans, born again christians
Believing in mysteries and their histories
Nimble and swift like cheaters
We be crumbling divisions with murderous intentions
It's the number one rap creator forcing rhymes to make your mind
boggle
Guzzling mc's like a bottle of oe, drunken, pass me another cup
Round them up, mad jam, bust some rhymes and make them duck
Too late, watch your fucking aisle, i'm mike tyson
When i'm slicing, rhymes are accurate and precise then
Hitting straight to the point, i don't smoke joints
I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me
Malik, the drunken dragon, i'll burn your ass if you're lyrics
are sagging
Cuz your rhymes are shitty, y'all move quick and niggaz say
did-he
Do what i think he just did, that kid is witty
I don't need a welcome commitee, i just appear when i intend to
Roast an mc cuz that's an my agenda, sure contender, wack mc
offender
Drop your draws, manchuz'll get up in you
The click got crime with it, rolled back like i cracked a jackel
Breaking ankles, gang tackle
Most wanted like tickle me elmo last christmas
Today seems the perfect day to test my sword play
Planned it, before i did it, then i shitted
Lovely like jada pinkett naked in jason's lyrics
Bank on it, got my monkey wrench and my shank on it
Give me a beat like this and i get stank on it
Players is getting older, the older's getting younger
The gods is getting wiser, crackheads getting bolder
I wouldn't tell you nothing to hurt you, unless i don't like you
One way or another zu gon' get you
I keep the toast in the harness
About to stick some foreigners
Run your garment, cuz i hear my stomach calling
It's a predicament, i'm falling
But you don't see me crawling
Cuz i'ma get this loot if it kills me
I'll lock your shit down like a master lock
Rolling with a master flock
Brooklyn zu, those the warriors
No claiming colors, but strictly claiming hawk of fame
I'm leaving niggaz we the stain on their brain
Street life, we roll dice and rock diamonds
Cuz we shining as we bubble on this gold mine
And sip fine wines with all my kinds
Crazy cuffies, crazy cuffies
You niggaz bring your ruffy ruffy
Rhymes is falling like a bag of illy
Niggaz dealing with the real, come hear me
Duel, i must stalk for the murder behind this shit
War lies in the bloody pill like alligators
Perpetrators got laced, war written on his face
Nigga lost his place and his concentration in his place
Clip full for too long leaks it empty
Reload, shots at the sky, boo you watch a mole
This original manchu, technical assassin
Gun, ax, whipper, we bounce of your block with satisfaction
Destroy your anatomy aggressively
Killing niggaz was meant be be
Not logically, but self-explanatory
Your man died in a blaze of glory
Sword slash cut your bodies
13.Crazy Cats
I figure i give you niggaz this one,
Drunk off the liquor
This is for all you crazy cats
This is how its goin down
I'm seein my shit ＊echo＊
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？
Wha-wha-what？ what？)
Straight out the zu of valleys and rats
Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats
This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance
For all you non-belivers and riker's pe-verts
Blinkin with the monk will get ya swallowin ya pride
In chunks, while my flow just blows ya mind up
Get ya groove on on, but watch ya set
Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set
＞from the gate, i drop smart bombs on the fake
For the most, i roast and toast a nigga in any coast
This vigilante, known to be drunk off this hennessey
Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own enequity
Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free
Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze
B-u-d-d-h-a m-o-n-k, representer on the brooklyn zu thing
What's next？ brooklyn brawler, run for the border
And shit gets worse, once i drink the firewater
It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker
＞from here, now and after, catch this brooklyn zu rapture
Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be gone
Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now bring it on
Your lame ass, i'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast
You niggaz make me laugh, every time i hear you on the wax
The body catches whip-lash from the shit that i'll spit fast
It's gon' be the number one seller, played by my man bobby dash
You won't be next to flex this, stretch armstrong just blessed
this
The lurch said i'm feelin it, evil dee said i'm killin it
The drug blood, i'ma smoke this one bud
And show my people out there appreciation for givin me love
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？)
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？)
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？)
(wha-wha-wha-what？ wha-what？)
Power, equality, allah sees equality
To the whole atlas, this is from the manchuz, god
All god squad, manchuz and brooklyn zu, the zu ninjaz
I'd like to say peace to everybody in the world
Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit
That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has
you
You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be
even born
Born thru reality, yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy
Peace
14.Life's A Scheme
There are eight million stories
In the naked city, choose one...
Yo, it's time for a change, yo
All our babies is dyin from aids
Children are in the hospital
Cuz their moms beat them
In broad day on the streets
We got to change y'all
That's how it's goin for you
So here it goes, c'mon now
Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream
Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams
I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terrible
Drug dealers, gun slingers and fuckin rebels
They was out to get knees to feed seeds
Takin mad g's, killin their own breed
Heartless to this game to get a gold chain
Never thinkin who they killed, skin was the same
It's too lazy to realize what you've done
Here lays the brother's dead victim's son
Things break out and kids start fallin
When yo' kid is shot, these three gods will start callin
You lost your foes and you lost your soul
So ya hide up in ya house cuz ya thinkin it's the gold
Ah, now it's too late, they see you down that block
Aimin at that head with two nines, never glocks
So take up and take heed my friend
Because now is the time, your life will now end
Cuz...
As i stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin gin
Waitin for another nigga to commit a sin
Ah, there he goes, just walkin down the block
Thinkin that he's hot cuz his glock rock knots
Sprayin up shit cuz he thinks he's the man
Robbin and stealin from the niggaz in his clan
He's trife, when he ignite, he socks light
He put seven of my friends in the past life
Yo, i'm tired of the shit that he's done
Let me call the gods and get the gitchy gun
(blaow! blaow blaow! blaow!)
Light chunks spray all over the place (ahhhh!)
I seen the brother's face, put gun to his face
Yo, next on the menu, from here we continue
A fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a fuckin kin too
She had big tits, long dress with slits
And every nigga on the block just wanted to dip
But what they caught was bad ways and bad decisions
That was one thing that the bitch forgot to mention
Late in the hall, sex on the wall
She's havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya balls
It doesn't matter to this type of trick
Cuz she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clips
She laid and prayed cuz the rent wasn't paid
Till finally, one day the bitch caught the germ aids
Now she feels that she shouldn't have done it
To my fuckin niggaz, please weight ya fuckin garments
15.Royal Monk
Ain't no smokin no god damn dutch in here at night
(what the fuck!？ who the fuck!？)
(that what it's all about, zu zu zu zu)
(yea, hahahahaah. lions and tigers and bears)
(that's what it's all about)
(lions and tigers and bears)
Look at this shit comin at y'all
(lions and tigers and bears)
Watch out
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
I'ma hit you in ya head on time, boy
(lions and tigers and bears)
(lions and tigers and bears)
Prepare for the war, check it
(lions and tigers and bears)
My creation comes from a style, abominations
Assassination, cuts on thru like an arabian
First one steps, dies from vocals of buddha's breathe
What's next？ ashes left standin with contacts
The buddha's criminology is like the study of anthropology
Most knowledge cuts minds, it's mathematics, psychology
So lets proceed to give lyrics of ass-whippins
This will flow on, from generations of twelve kins
Forced to give you death by means of temptation
My excellerated thoughts and chemistry are annihilation
Dare to cross this path and oh loser.. bring it back, ah
Dare to cross the path of seven thieves of bagdad
Monk whips like whiplash, stains the brain fast
Brains will be cracked with swiftness of hurricanes
Within this blowin verses, god lives in this game
No time to deal with the mentality, style is no formality
What's the reason for you wantin to live in this reality？
Only deal with cautions, with devils and snakes
Try to gain from my style, and that ass will get draped
No laughs, just grins, no mistakes that wake kins
Deals with all you fuckin ill-minded delinquents
Raps get tossed up, i'm ferocious like white lotus
Diagnosis, shows and proves, no hocus pocus
My lyrics froze mcs at velocity speeds
Like packin dry ice, the mind catches burn freeze
Hahahaha (zu zu zu zu) give it to me now!
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
The psychos grab ya arms, it's time to head for battle
Mona lisa leaves it, ah fuck the boards, here comes the rebel
Raw is the slang of this tiger
My balls digs in skins, don't worry i ain't gonna bit ya
Safe as plantbase, no need for domination
Zu comes with styles of gods from many generations
Forces in the dark, shall come to the light
I prevail, i rip chins and i tear ligaments out like frost bite
You hold up ya shield, just notice i got tight skills
Cuts to the left, protectors of the right grill
Palms of the mysteries, your styles cannot fuck with me
Cuts on the body, it's the technique that's inside me
Warpath is made from the gun and the blade
The only one that's hit, it's the one with the six-tray
Things that i do, it's just like the devil
Doin mad shit to cause mad trouble
Throw up ya shit cuz i'm crazy fuckin pissed
I'll beat that ass with chains, sticks and whips
And that's it, that's how it goes (zu zu zu zu)
Be real or be phony, moni, macaroni (zu zu zu zu)
Chillin, not real to the grain (zu zu zu zu)
We keep it real, family (zu zu zu zu)
Fam', i want a lot of land (zu zu zu zu)
All my fam' is a clan (zu zu zu zu)
Thirty-six returns (zu zu zu zu)
Brooklyn zu (zu zu zu zu)
Huh-huh-hahaha (zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Gz-gza-gza-gza-booka-booka-booka (zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
(zu zu zu zu)
Boom boom boom boom
Watch yo thoughts as they pass thru yo memory
Don't try to be a friend to me cuz you enemy
Remember me
16.Sometime Faces
[intro：buddha monk, (unknown singer sample), {computerized deep
voice}]
(smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Now tell me, just let me get you now
Ya right there god {robberies}
Innocent bystanders {shots laid out}
{this one's the new one} you can't do that
{here's somethin you've been waitin to hear}
What up god？ (smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
Come.. come follow me {come on motherfuckers}
(smiling faces.. smiling faces.. sometimes)
{the tiger, check it out on these streets}
Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness
Where most niggaz bust off slugs and do robberies
The victims are some known and some unknown
While the good die yound and the bad makes it home
Here's an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
By this kid named ty who received his first handgun
Bobby's hot from two shots that tore his knot
Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long ？
He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues
To find this kid, and make sure i make his ass bleed
Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast ？
Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit
We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch
Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head
Is he dead？ no, never take his motherfuckin ？
His last request, asked to remove his last breathe
Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck
Now ？ to make a meal with your man from out of state
You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights
On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes
He once moved faster than a rock off the place
Set up a plate, called over to this gril named chase
Her skin is smooth, ？ than a buck-fifty inch
Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes
Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
He asked the name, my friends call me ？
He didn't know the plan was to stop his money flow
He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck stacy's toes
Now mr. large comes in from the back row
＞from where i stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'
His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the ac'
Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back
Her surprise, he didn't look with his right eye
Or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder
The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug
In his mug, another body bagged, was drugged
Smilling faces, smiling faces.. sometimes (x8)
17.Cuts To The Gut
Yea, aight, yo
We just gon' shut all these mothafuckas up
(for all y'all gangsta mothafuckas)
Yea, that shit
It wasn't my fault you came outside without ya strap on
Tryin to get yo mack on and niggaz took oath of possession
Should've rolled deep, get crooked by niggaz i creap
And catch ya when ya least expect, the hard head
For those livin trife, it cuts like a knife
Who choose to play dice, who choose to play dice
It's that, this one is a money maker
My album took that taker, i see ya nigga money and he stashin
I caught that nigga and i had to quick react
And blast quick, nigga tried to front, he gonna laugh at
This type of style is hardcore, nigga tried to front
When he what？ what？ move on him, what？
But i'ma hit him with my utmost shit
If ya can't bring death, then ya can't represent
Deadly is the slang from the brooklyn zu
When we comin thru ya town, what ya niggaz gonna do？
Never carried steal, before ya got that deal
But now ya wouldn't have got it, so now ya puffin chronic
Two heads of drakness comin forth, there is many
Blind once or twice, then those heads become pennys
My swing is more deadly than a shot from yo gun
You see i swung once, but really i swung fourth
Just be by yo vision, now yo shit's on the floor
Shit like that, ya can't face with plasta
Sent niggaz back cuz i am the dutch masta
Kill or pylon wack-ass styles in the mud
Minds deep in heart, this is gold wit yo gut
It's understood, oh he be someone you can't see
And that someone is me, too deep for you to believe
＞from the day of yo birth till ya ride in the hurse
There's nothin that happens that could've been worse
Let me free, atom bomb will be the final sequel
Which all men are cremated equal
Never war, come back on four tracks
Niggaz wanna test the bees, ya must be wack
Never more, actual fact
Comin thru with the killa bees attack
My sword has the power to devour in any hour
Slang cuts ya brains, now ya veins only hang
Matter of sense, so i inflict the killa hits
Dirty will assist with this mix, breaks mad shit
There's is no crew that can test the 1-12 crew
Don't let me go suu!, killa bees comin thru
Break the war with the great and it kills with the slicin
I come with mad sins, i'm the happy man again
Come into my realm and i kill like the lizard palm
Can't prevail with the tails, now ya mind dwells
Into a dimension, no facts, only fiction
Who's sent to this train has three sixes on their skin
Bloaw! little hare was good, was dippy
The wild-ass hippy who always packed the heater
Lived the good life, was praised around, the hood life
He ran with his man from the second floor
Livin happy, puffin on the staircase wall
Greedy had a younger brotha, they both lived with motha
Motha had no fatha, they both held each otha
And prayed for the otha, greedy saw the seat
Never knew the feat, at nite he would creap
Was still packin heat, the planned to catch a digga
Greedy caught the hiccups, one, two more, three
But nosey got away, the eighty-fiver man
Yea, he still strayed away, the clean eddie faked it
No icepick or fist, glock or tech-nine
He contemplated this, caught in the shootout
His man wanted his boot out, he was caught in a trance
He has his mask, laid out past dawn, now momma's grave missed
Comin at 'cha from every type of angle
Ya know killa bees represent the bronx
Queens, manhatten, all over this world
The east coast, straight and down
Straight out of clark's
And all over everywhere
Medina warriors
(i love to hear the bees!)
18.East Side Story
Allah is god, we came here to travel
And speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence
And expense forth the truth. if you cannnot stand on your
Own two feet, what must be done？ nothin, you shall die
In your own inequity. i want y'all to feel me.
Let allah take this path to teach the truth to those
Who do not know themselves.
Heat like a pressure cooker
Hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me
All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams
Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
Like rust on bumpers of old chevy's from 1962
I used to cop 'em, but i had to drop 'em
Get aboard shaky ground, still i roam the compound
Like the saint, remember who i am
I might just rob the bank in your town
Went from sleepin in crates on quincy street
Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat
Fallin out the windows of east new york
Was knowledge, understandin when i stoppin eatin pork
Yo, pictures record my wonder years
The narrator, i write like diaries and journals
Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy
Mentally takes you out your zone, i'm livin un-satisfied
My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm
More suedes clark's, the fonz is poetry, islam is science
Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants
Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper
Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted
Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, strictly quality
garments
Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the
prostitutes
Constitution, precious moments in her life
From stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast
Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me
I drink bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black
teepee
I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin
It feels like a sayonce, but i'm trapped in chaos
Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my hive
Back up, back up, for this time you must die
I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up
In cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies
Yo, my fam's royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert
Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil
We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean
with soil
Where all my nigga now wigs at？ jim hat, where shorty at with no
kids at？
Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, i wanna stick that
Bein broke gave me the ice grill, if i can't smoke, i might ill
Fight a dyke for tryin to steal
＞from all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and
can't brag
Cop grams and hand bags
That's like life with no map, a dolja soldier on the wrong path
Tryin to road block the road to riches
If you got somethin, maintain what you go left
Cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death
Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam
Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to
square off
Who was your man and bet this, i'm reckless on your high style's
check list
I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like
sours
But soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
I'm from the east where each and every teach
You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a
nigga who sell,
Right？
It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start
A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the l sparks
You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high
society's
Made us, fuck what you say, they played us
9 servants, but feelin better when i'm goin for life
In my man's ride, that's yo' man, right？
You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright
Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price
Yo, what's wrong with you？ m-o was known for jig-able
You had a crew, especially known to kill for you
Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
How you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues
That's why i sing this song, i'll keep holdin on
It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms
His life's pathetic for my man nine, don't even sweat it
I'ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it
Cuz maybe on this cross road, i could take this same load
And who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold？
...nigga!!!
19.Blessings Of The Buddha
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