Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spark Somebody Up, artist - Buddha Monk.
Date of issue: 25.02.2016
Song language: English
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… |