Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy Cats , by - Buddha Monk. Song from the album The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 05.07.1998
Record label: Edel
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy Cats , by - Buddha Monk. Song from the album The Prophecy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопCrazy Cats |
| I figure I give you niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
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