Buddha Monk - f** Somebody Up lyrics

[Intro: Buddha Monk] All hip hop fanatics, prepare to lock & load) News flash: they just let my a** out the damn door Umm.. (yea) [Chorus: Buddha Monk] You gonna make me f** somebody up (Yo, you, you and you) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (That's right, everybody) You gonna make me f** somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it (Don't do it) [Buddha Monk] Yo, I'm tired of these n***as in this industry Procrastinate to a**a**inate me, what you high off some trees? I figure ya said that cuz yo' b**h 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 n***a, just condemned by Hell Is you slick just to do the sh** 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 f**in dough to this My dosage, sick like white lotus, don't never quote this Realize this tritan is mad ferocious For the minute, I rolls out my Old Earth's home Thug life became known and sold d** like Al Capone So, you'se a so-called thug n***a, 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' a** on the gra**, and gimme all ya f**in cash! Cuz.. [Chorus: Buddha Monk] You gonna make me f** 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 f** somebody up (You know who I be, n***a, what?!) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, don't wanna do it! (Level seven) [Buddha Monk] 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, n***as, and shake to' bone cavity Are you mad at me? Take yo' a** 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 [Chorus: Buddha Monk] You gonna make me f** somebody up (hahahaha) If ya keep on doin the things ya dooooo (Level ten) You gonna make me f** somebody up (I mean you and you and you) If ya keep on doin the things you are dooooin, dont wanna do it! [Buddha Monk] Watch these whirlwind kicks, we move forward this very day You pray that our k**s 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 Now C He U And the Zig-Zag-Zag, seven fly picture this pyramid Can't erase this sh** 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 a**a**in strike low, Buddha Monk is above the law! Now it's war! Things ain't just peace no more You n***as hit the floor floor, face the, face the floor, floor [Chorus: Buddha Monk] Say, you gonna (you) You gonna... (you and you and you) You gonna, ya gonna.. (what you gonna do?) Ya gonna make f** 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 f** 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! [Outro: computerized high-pitched voice] 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...