Buddha Monk - Back of the Church lyrics

[Intro: K-Blunt] Turn my mic up a little bit, so I won't have to scream Turn my mic up a little bit, so I won't have to scream Buddha Monk, word, yo, yo, aight.. [K-Blunt] All stand at attention, it's a spank in the lung Some of y'all n***as be sometime Sometime you build, sometime you rhyme all the time We break out the snake pit, make hits Blood in, blood out, dealin with the bullsh** Too complex, make it easy, elementary So we can, teach these babies Crawl before you walk, think before you talk Don't mislead 'em, fall you bleeder Now take me to your leader Decention in the ranks, divide and conquer What you say, thanks to the weed and liquor Cocaine and b**hes, diamonds, big chains, more riches Shiny cars and nothin man-maken Reach these stars, get in where you fit in Who you be, who you are I be your father, in the Vanguard Conductor of the orchestra Universal Soldier, Zu Ninja! [Delta One] Thoughts controllin your destiny Your memories, floatin in cups of Hennessey Logically, it's like, n***as battle to bite So I rip mic's tight and vibe, right We shine on eachother to the climax On your best systems, I'm deep like addiction Whenever I'm cross-mixin, the slang Delta One drama with them joints that will spark up your brain Now your rhymes are defeated from my circle of fame Beats not tame, run loose out an individual I enter you, contact, essen-tual The hip-hop sentinel, over-dosin you Out of a chosen few No host to guide you across the East Coast You held a few tight knifes, but who's to pay the price? Throw the dice, seein through my father's eye-sights 85% of them could change your life to k** the hate The pain is great, to exchange, moments of your fate Now we came so strong, the pain is gone Mama said, "Don't aim home, or you might blast him in the arm Son, my word is based on the strength of the strong You'll be the same one, now you got your life in his palm." [Spiritual Assa**in] Yo relax like pools, and spar, the broads 85er's and Gods, peep the announcement Stick your neck out, n***as give their a** to kiss Leave ya a**ed out and bone dry like dried up tears My thoughts, thermeate collector's addition Cherish life on my seven and a half mic's It's precious like black Dad's kids, valuable Natural like resources, symbolic to 100% fruit juices Yo the truth ran from the East like Musa from police Gonna leep over obsticles like a pair of rules Never step in the next man Wally shoes Who the f** wanna spar inside a highway? Yo we cross-break boulevards, on the block is like shootouts Cookouts, charcoil n***as is hot on the grill I reveal to the ears, embrace with open arms Thrown, incasin my rhyme, Brooklyn the gold frame Praise my name and the n***as I run with World Cla**, yo we're legends [5 Foot Hyper Sniper] Yo true like the Terminater I Shoot to k**, an MC like Space Invaders Lyrical exterminator, in this music we call rap Incinerate my top cats, k** the mice in the back Yo don't continue, the God k**s the jack Read your Scooby, snap! That's the way we attack A hip-hop track, like a Predator Wild life, ready to fight, the Brooklyn mic Yo if n***as persist, I'm tearin ya, Ike-smack! Now we got it right, Zu Ninjaz performin tonight On stage, under the lights, rhymes tight Blow like crack in the pipe Fans addicted to the target bases like Christ