Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spark Somebody Up , by - Buddha Monk. Release date: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Spark Somebody Up , by - Buddha Monk. Spark Somebody Up |
| 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 «e 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… |
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