Prepare for the Buddha Monk (Explicit)

Prepare for the Buddha Monk - Buddha Monk/Ol' Dirty Bastard
Get prepared for the Buddha monk
You wanna get high roll up the skunk
Ladies and gentlemen
Yo turn this sh*t up man
Turn the mics open turn the mic up man
I want I want the mic I want the mic to shake
The mic don't even sound good at all
Man what's up with that sh*t
Each one of these niggas try to say a rhyme
They don't wanna work through that sh*t
Knawi'msayin niggas gotta learn how to feel that sh*t
If you're feeling with me then you're dealing with filth
If you can barely hear it then you need to go
Get prepared for the Buddha monk
You wanna get high roll up the skunk
Get prepared for the Buddha monk
You wanna get high roll up the skunk
Ladies and gentlemen
It's a Buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low
It's a Buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low
Nosy wails tales from a high plainz drifta
Bounty killer most wanted villain
Dead or alive to survive we strive off gun smoke
I toke the colt forty-five
Desert eagle rips through cerebral tissue
The issue gun slinging drug dealing four wheeling
Appealing chicks up jumps the bullshit
And it's a hit a tale of two hoes
Songs about clothes need to be thrown out ya f**king window
Niggas loving hoes licking their toes
I suppose you high from the candy for the nose
Niggas is a joke I take a toke of the lye
And all the batty boys go boom bye bye
It's a Buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low
Simply f**ked up
These niggas spreading rumors and get touched up
By m three-eighty-oh muse on the low
Get ya high with fly style rugged profile
With checkers you know its time for some pound to go
Now suckers get they f**king neck broke in my book
Strike if you don't want to get hype then stay put
Bop sh*t like like liquid lips spit like mac's spit
Burning in whips sipping and dip cops and sh*t
The god can't slip I hold the weight above my shoulders
Fake toasters get bust back and still in the holster
Don't play this sh*t backwards it goes MC's lack this
Deep in the corridors of the ghettos where I yap this
Heads try to plot on this kidnap us like slaves du'
Doggy he's wu he's the brand new craze
Young child misbehave on brand new styles that's bathed
And addict was holding black back in his earlier days
I had badder days that was better days and skills pays
Still got laid rolling on through these street trades
Each corner is equality baby do you follow me
Dig-gin in the crates to write this sawed off biography
While your girl be hard gosh in me partially properly
Cruz you know the gods be I be new born to this see
My mom's giving me a kiss and the first whiff for me to
Live off this and your sh*t too
Gods Ezekiel do a due to live proof through
My rhymes will be finding you black will be designed you
Dig into my chronicle so I can unbondage you
They let you see what they want you to
But things is right in front of you
Ladies and gentlemen
Yes we leave your brain demented these god-bodies invented
A skill of resident evil with no follow-up sequels
My peoples don't let the devil mislead you and beat you
Wicked minds they feed through saying it here for the people
It's unbelievable weak minds they retrieve through
Scheming for the cream rejoice in the land of the dreams
Slide the poison in the weak germs black babies turn to earthworms
In holocaust you must learn to speak your devil terms
Your mind is tapped like forgery and everything you say is watery
What you ought to do genius is stop karma like twelve monkeys
It's a Buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low
It's a Buddha monk show
Brooklyn zu niggas slumped high off at duck low
I be the rap head and the mics my pipe
I'm about to get everybody high tonight
You ain't had no cool sh*t like this since '95
My cuff tribe is mad live people do or die
And I be coming with the good sh*t sounding like d**e
I know you smoke it but you won't get high off this note
Have you up really up like coc*ine you thought you could reign
But all you did was throw mad pain like diamonds
You could say I'm the lady's best friend
And when it come to making lyrics I will represent
Yo climbing the charts like a cat
I'm rolling with mad clips and gats
I can't be stopped like this is shitty city
And my zu rolls thick flooding the country with massive hits
Yo the pictures you painted and paragraphs is half-assed
A hard task to accomplish I'm a full definition of skills
Being impressive one rhyme is selfish it's known as relatives
Objective and goal make an emcee concentrate
You're frustrated when you examined
Vocals' moving forward with left and right panning
You're shooting tranquilizers reach out as spiritual touch
This Brooklyn warrior walks with stab wounds to the gut
You picked up twenty yards in rush in menstruate
Got hit your backbone couldn't hold the weight
Sh*t shift like a burnt out clutch position
Twenty-two yard line you're out of f**king commission
I'm f**king up beats like vodka from Finland fatigue sh*t is green
And left them calm like they we're all ready
My sh*t is point blank period like a b**ch bleed in heavy
Spilling over the same pad from my month befall a**
This is lyrical insanity and mandatory we bust
All you so-called crazy niggas still get touched
Son I thought you had sh*t locked down look around
Manchu z took control of your stereo sound
Plus the crown for the new found kings of this rap thing
Victorious swing like lo han's son no man could take what I start
I keep the best for self to get the poor part
Plus the boot like Columbus S T D spread like fungus
Touch hundreds thousands more than million
Oh no we're four billions our way of light shines through darkness
I spark this track like lye pop dukes was a Gemini
What's your sign